You know I remember grow up, want, hoping, dreaming of some how fitting in. In any way shape or form. Even a small part. I never could say the right thing, at the right moment, I couldnt even form the right thought for any given situation. And the hurt and the fear that went with that. How truly alone I felt. I felt as if I came from another world, that in some cruel twist of fate, that I was being punished in some way for something maybe I had said or done. Dreaming of one day I would be reached from where I was and I would be taken some place safe. And I would filially feel safe, that I was home that I was ok and it was going to be alright. Yet I still on many levels the same and not much has changed. Thou I have hope. Hope that someday I will feel not as this anymore. Hope I have hope. And yet I still wait and I am still here. Peace out
Posted on: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 07:48:44 +0000
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