Missing ChildIf I pick apart my flesh, scavenge through the chords of my life I feel I can find Her. The process will be like making music with an injured hand.Missing Child
I refuse to remember she was ever so small. Sometimes I lose faith she existed at all. But here I go, down to bone marrow- searching.
If I pick apart my flesh, my skin will be visibly scarred, down to the hair raising roots of my survival, but it will be worth it.
Because there, playing hide and seek
between angry arteries and veins I will find a Little Girl: denied, abused, innoce
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Thank you so much for the
88. Pain - Crying Beauty
I'm glad you like it and
I really appreciate it.
see yah
~Dantea
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