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I see myself at the mirror
I see two different people
I see her as my shield
I see me as the hidden child
I see we look the same
I see her weakness
She see my weakness
I lay my hand on hers
she does the same.
when our hands touch
I feel her sadness
Her hand is cold
my spine shivers
words disappear
as tears run down her face.
Hold her tight is what I do
Don't shed tears I whisper
She is picky, depressed, wise
When I am with her I don't dare to ask
She is there sitting next to me.
Crying silently holding her last breath
I am happy to know her
She is happy, naive, optimistic
She holds me tight and tells me
You will be alright
I sense her fear
she doesn't dare to question me
I am grateful to have her
I don't know her as I want to
yet I still care for her
We are afraid to talk to each other
just by looking at each other
I can understand her problems
words are nothing
Words are unless
Some words can't be heard
I see myself at the mirror
I see just myself
I see myself as the shield
I see myself as the hidden child
I see who I am and I have no trouble with that |
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Name: Julie
Home: United States
About Me: My name is Julie
I am describe as many thing
Often people tell me "I am happy to have met you" & "You are so different" & "You are such a great person". I just am who I am
I don't like to lie about myself. I enjoy many things
See my profile...
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Brushes by Gvalkyrie
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