Sometimes it’s not about me;
It is about the need to feel secure as young;
To live without the noise that deafened fragile ears;
It is about striving for comfort in the innocence
That was ripped from my hands
when I was too small to reach for it back.
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Marysa Writes 
Such a wonderful poem! See even after a year or more when I’m reading this and it looks just like you have poured your emotions in it now only! That’s amazing👍😍
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You’re too kind ❤
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Thanks but not more than you💕
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