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TroubledAngel 
2:07pm, June 11, 2009
I read their sad tales and I feel welcome. Their arms embrace and hands hold my soul. I am one of them and now I can accept the happening. The stories are dark and full of pain, pain that we all share together and speak openly about. It is so beautiful to have those that care but it is beyond compare the ones that share your emotions, your hurt. I do not know more than their suffering, but that is enough to care for each and one of those broken angels. Those lovely little creatures that give me warmth and safety is what I am thankful for today. I know for certain that Providence send them to me to assist them and make them feel accepted. I already cherish them and they are bearers of a place inside my humble heart. There are no faces nor smiles to admire only their tales. We belong in a fantasy world where there is no more pain. Where the sun shines each morrow and the birds are not afraid when one walks by. Where every being is welcome and peace is familiar to all. Yes, this is the world were we belong, me and my angels, the place where nothing ever happened. The place where we were never hurt. <3
We figured it out, the reason for my silence. The reason I hide in the shadows of loneliness and fake a smile. Now you know my friend, that thing that haunts and creeps under my ivory skin. Why the sudden reverie and loss of hope. Why the lies and exaggerations of my thoughts. Why I can't be touched, why I do not open to others. I hide, yes I hide and oh what a reason I have! Now we know my friend, how the innocence was taken away and the scars remained, invisible to the naked eye. I am mute on the out but in the core I scream, I beg, I bleed. How many things have been taken away, what they took away. That can never be recovered, so now you know. I was afraid to tell, to expose my dark tale. It was all kept inside and it was forgotten for a while. Then it came back like a dagger digging inside my soul, deeper, piercing my joy, deeper, leaving me helpless, deeper, and dead in the floor. I could not reach for someone, the truth was much repugnant. I hated myself. It just killed me more. But now you know. We all have problems, yes, but never solutions nor reasons for those. The only thing that remains is the damage. BUT, we found the reason, oh lo and behold! What a good one it is. So now you know...now I know.
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