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Feb 2017
I hope she's happy
That she's hopeful
I've seen the way these demons play with her mind
With her weakness

I was once a pillar
In the desert
I can stand so strong forever
Alone
I could stand
And not the sands of time
Not the cruelty of the wind so hateful
Berating my own bare back
Not the sun
Not the hopelessness

I hope she knows
My hands grow weaker through the holding
My feet grow blistered from the journey
My mind grows weary
My legs may as well give out with my next step
I gave up long ago
But from the time I fought

I hope she's happy
And she's hopeful
That that sun that wants to shine
Will bring light into her life

I hope that she lets the next sun to rise
Be the one to mean her life

I have my own journey

And ill be a pillar
In a city
Forgotten about by time
The only solid truth amongst the ruins
Torin
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Torin  charlotte NC
(charlotte NC)   
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