Every moment I refuse a respite, refuse to allow myself to
Calm my racing mind, to allow you to come back. I see you. Your words, your actions.
Little things such as the brush of your fingers through my hair,
Inching closer to whisper a secret, or driving to see me no matter what the hour or the location.
Picturesque performances obscured the harsh reality. You only shined when
Small pieces of me disappeared until I was hidden from the world.
Exposing your true self was the only thing that saved me; it was the only way for me to shine again.
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Restless Wanderer
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