Shadows & Random Color.

I used to hope that I would become brave enough to play with fire and walk across the ocean without a map. I prayed for courage so that maybe I could be dangerous for one moment; maybe then the pain would disappear. Except danger and fear were a permanent part of my life; abuse. I walked in the shadows and hid in corners with dark hair and small pieces of random color breaking through; pieces of me. Eventually I broke through… Maybe not shining or gracefully but instead damaged and tainted; still trying, still breathing.


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