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My Truth


Something more than this Physical realm calling to me

My life depending on it, giving me reason to find courage, to take risks to overcome this path

My identity battling an unseen force

My intentions true and pure, revealing unimaginable truths

Revealing my perfect imperfections and trying to mend my wrongs

Rough on the outside but soft to the core reaching out to the oblivion where the nothing ever so gently strokes the sensitive locks of the being hidden deep down below

Healing my wounded self and holding dear to the magic in thy heart to share with my love till death do us part

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