identity lost, drifting among life's uncertainty
no direction gives light to its resting place
she wanders, looking desperately clawing
she only seeks to be the one whose company is charished
instead she swallows second hand compliments
and recycled affirmations
peering through cracks in life's discrimiating walls
she wonders, hold out hope against hope
she meerly desires those which are hers
instead she settles for stolen intimacy
love handed down
is there hope?
is there purpose?
should she continue on?
First blog post
10 years ago
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