HiddenBehindTheMask

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StoryThe Tiger Holly115 years 6 months ago
StoryConversation With My Thirteen-Year-Old Self MistakenMagic915 years 6 months ago

My stories

Beautiful.

Beauty often lies in the eyes, of the beholder. But beauty can be captured, In a single glance, From the ocean shimmer in your eyes, And in them the sparkles that dance.

My Baby.

You were so tiny - Laying there, Tiny feet, curled fists Wispy hair. My heart inflated, And overwhelmed me, Always to my heart, You've held the key. To you the world Was fresh and new,

Bullied.

Sometimes I wonder If it's possible to feel smaller, Than I already do, All because of one person, Because of you. You look at me Hatred burning deep, smouldering In your evil eyes,

Dying.

I can feel myself fading away, Everyone their time, But I silently beg, please, not today. There is only darkness, I yearn for light, I slip deeper under, I know I'm loosing the fight.

Sanity

I can remember, Seeing a vivid blue, Deeper than the ocean, And for a moment, I almost lost myself. It was darker - Than I ever could have imagined, But also lighter in a way.

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