poetry, pain...
the will to begin again.
standing in the shadows
observing, but never moving.
Tis the life of a wallflower...
The life of an attentive listener.
Who are you?
My life?
My soul?
My destiny?
Sent to break these chains
and rescue me?
Sent to here
to set me free?
Who are you?
My heart?
My joy?
My savior too?
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