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My love You have come Without words Tongue less in the night You see me but I cant I've been bestowed a couple of times but never by a goddess Your crippled hands stretch
I am bittersweet, Bittersweet and scared. I am unable to let go Of all my fears. Interested in the journey, But very wary of the road, I'm worried by upcoming decisions
I have red lips from blood
Disability. The lack of an ability. A table with a missing leg.
The Cycle Pain keeps us afloat. Pain keeps us sane. It allows us to feel something. Without pain, there is no love. Without love, there is no sacrifice.