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This Curse of Mine ... (III)

Love is not enough
My soul needs more to heal 
I need someone who doesn't require my Strength, my Rule, my cursed Crown 
I need live and let live 
Trust 
Mutual Respect
Understanding of the very Core of Me 
allowing me to Breath 

You look into my eyes and You see 
You know 
You feel me 
And yet ... you don't turn away in frightened disgust at the demons guarding my prison cell 
Because You've been here too, and You still are 
Right next to me, mending my wounds, 
whispering courage in my ears ... 

You don't want my Curse my friend
please trust me on this 
You need wind under Your wings 
A wingwoman to always have your six 
A trustee who never fails to love You 
Unconditionally
Purely 
Truthfully 
Always, for eternity

You have all this, You're just too wounded to 
trust like this, to give Yourself permission to believe again ... 
I feel You! 
But I will never, ever fail You 
Just like You can Never, Ever disappoint Me! 

You ... are everything to Me ... 




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Publicerad 2023-03-05 12:07



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