When will it be my turn?
My turn to feel safe.
My turn to feel the love I receive and know it’s real.
When can I be happy?
When can I feel love?
Lessons on lessons, but they teach me nothing but reasons why it’s easier to stop.
If i have to pick myself up and finish my race alone, I will.
My journey started alone.
I just hope one day when someone does offer their hand, I accept.
And a new journey will begin.
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Author:
richi (Pseudonym) (
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