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Jan 2016
I miss the feeling of being held
like a baby in somebody's arms.
I would shed my tears and catch
my breath while my face was
buried in their innocent chest.
As we had the moment I would
hear a thousand thumps and
feel a drumbeat to my face.
It was
their
Heart.

Today I lay alone like a child
locked in their bedroom
avoiding their family and
refusing to reveal the truth
of the interactions they face
in the outside world.
I have no need to avoid my
family but my friends avoid me.
WHY!

I learn to live with no arms
to hold me nobody to lay
beside me and accept that
nobody has a heart that is
understanding enough to
beat for me.
It's just
A
Phase.
People come and go and some have a hard time accepting.
Luna Casablanca
Written by
Luna Casablanca
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