Esclava
I lose all hope and I hate you wishing we never met, cursing you for making me feel that we had a chance, I hide in my room, away from the world, being a slave to the silence; yet I see myself floating with you high in the clouds without chains, and when I look in your eyes I begin to contemplate, and understand that from the pain you bring I will find love So I surrender to you finding a quiet peace inside me, that comes from a prayer that fell like stardust traveling on the torment that is everlasting hope
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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