Something special seems to be in short supply these days.
It seems finding my own is the hardest thing i have ever done.
The scary thing,,, What if my people come out of the wood work,
will it be too late for me?
Will i be so far gone that i refuse them out of fear?
Fear that i am no longer able to except what is truly a part of me?
May 1995. Ricci Moon Scott
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
Something special seems to be in short supply these days.
It seems finding my own is the hardest thing i have ever done.
The scary thing,,, What if my people come out of the wood work,
will it be too late for me?
Will i be so far gone that i refuse them out of fear?
Fear that i am no longer able to except what is truly a part of me?
May 1995. Ricci Moon Scott
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