Sunday, July 22, 2012
I should run. Right to your arms. In moments of fear and darkness. I should turn and run to you. I should run to you like a little boy runs to his father. Because in your arms I am safe. In your arms my scars can heal. Please hold me. Even though I fell after going where I should not. Please hold me.
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