I reach out
trying to connect
rewriting each word
at least twelve times
not being sure
of the way forward
or the things
I should say
to make sure
I do not offend
I invite and not burden
the way I can
remain the me
growing still
and not the one hiding
my replies come
slowly, but surely
you are not forgotten
and I still welcome you
into my life
because I care
that you care.
I am a broken, worn out doll. Life has left its marks on me, but to me it is proof I once was alive.

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    1. It does come from deep within, it is a struggle each day, every second feels like an eternity, not wanting to miss a beat, not wanting to make a mistake. thank you for the kind words. They mean a lot to me.

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