The Tell Tale

The Tell Tale
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In a place where nothing seems to grow

Ashes cover what was there

Haunted by the loss and by the past

Trying to survive physically and emotionally

In a place where I may not belong

By staining dark images on my skin

I erase the person who I once was

In a life unknown

I begin to learn the meaning of love

Love is strong with the people around

I begin to get strong enough to tell my tale





2 thoughts on “The Tell Tale”

  1. lol, After a few years or so I learned to love the way or who I am, if people don’t want to except that oh well. I’m not going to change because you don’t like the way I am.

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