Arwynsavalon

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Please help me to forgive myself. I need to forgive myself. I need to know it’s okay to be scared To be anxious To be unhappy Please help me save myself. I need to save myself. I need to know it’s okay to go on To keep living To keep trying Please help me to love myself. I need to love myself. I need to know it’s okay to be imperfect To be unsure To be wrong Please help me to heal myself. I need to heal myself. I need to know it’s okay to be sick To be wounded To be unsteady Please help me to know myself. I need to know myself. I don’t know myself I don’t know myself I only know how to pray

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Memories I shouldn't have

Somehow, the darkness seemed like a bigger disadvantage at the moment. He could be watching her, hiding just as she was, and she would never know. She could barely watch ahead of herself, and she was too terrified to turn around and look behind the tree she was pressed against. She closed her eyes to listen to the sounds. They were all foreign to her. If only she could see around her. But then again, maybe it was better that she didn't see what was crawling on her arm. The waiting was the worst part. She wasn't allowed to move or to make a sound until she was sure it was safe to move. She felt like she could be frozen forever, with a

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Prayer by Arwynsavalon, literature

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Prayer

Insomnia by Arwynsavalon, literature

January Child by Arwynsavalon, literature

Desert by Arwynsavalon, literature

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Desert

Do you miss me at all? Are my tears meaningless Falling on your dry eyes? I stare east While you move west And I hope that you'll come around Come back to me someday But I sense the desert in your eyes Yet again. Do you care about me at all? Do you see me suffocating On the dry heat? Lying in the rough sand My tears are the only comfort. More soft and gentle Than the truth that you've given me. I'm still suffering for the breath You've stolen away Your harsh conditions are corrosive to my insides…

My darling Danae by Arwynsavalon, literature

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My darling Danae

It was bitterly cold on that bridge, but as usual, Danae could not feel it. The darkness shrouded her so that no one could see her. She had purposely moved away from the lights for that very reason. There was no need for her to be seen, and she certainly did not desire the company of some creature. There was too much suffering in creatures. It unnerved her to be around such emotion, and she did not want to feel that kind of discomfort. Presently, she moved away from the side of the bridge and began walking towards the town. The crunching snow underneath her boots was the only sound the met her on the way, but she was certain that there

The Whole World Cries by Arwynsavalon, literature

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The Whole World Cries

The whole world cries Come home, come home A little piece of the heart dies When they start crying come home She leaned on the door An hour after he left Trying to believe it wasn't over He left her such a mess They were crying come home They took away her heart She cried away the nights alone They didn't care what they tore apart He went back home forever And never realized She was crying come home Come home, this is your home The whole world cries Come home, come home A little piece of the heart dies When they start crying come home The whole family cried The second she took her last breath She went so fast, painlessl

Anticipated dance by Arwynsavalon, literature

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Anticipated dance

I didn't expect to see you here And yet here you seem to be I hope that you won't see the fear On my face as you stand in front of me My dearest friend, I have fallen in love And it took years to figure this out This one dance will change the course of My thoughts and all of my doubt. I am breathless when you smile And amazed when you take my hand As unsure about love as a child My feelings are completely unplanned. You lead me to the center of the marble floor And we dance, knowingly, as we have done before. I blush hotly when you pull me As close as you possibly can I realize the others are assuredly Staring, wondering abou

The Dream of a Lost Child by Arwynsavalon, literature

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The Dream of a Lost Child

The child's world had become the unappealing brown colors of an old movie. Standing at the end of the street, he could tell he was a long way from anywhere, and that the dirt road was barely used. Trees on both sides, bare and uninviting, framed the direction he hoped he wasn't supposed to go. The entire scene was too frightening for him. The child wanted the mother and father to come to him, but they were no where in sight. He turned around and tried to scream as he looked into absolute nothingness. He turned back to the road and started to run. His legs moved in slow liquid motion, as if he was underneath a pool. The faster he intend

I hate you fall by Arwynsavalon, literature

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I hate you fall

I hate you fall Changing so fast that I can't brace myself for the cold. You know what? You make me hate summer Being so good and Deceiving me into believing it would last forever Whatever I wish you were winter Dead and more cold than you left me You can cover up the mess you made Because I'm tired of seeing it. And don't you think for a second That in the spring I'll have forgotten What you did. You've destroyed my memory Of what used to be summer. I know where it led That fleeting joy is dead And you took it from me. Happy now, you seasonal fumble? I will not crumble Under your changing ways And in your final days I

Night Shift by Arwynsavalon, literature

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Night Shift

Maggie hated her job. Ten years of college and working her way through an internship did nothing but land her the night shift at Wildridge Mental Institution. Somehow she felt like she had been cheated out of her true calling of helping people. These people were obviously beyond help. The worst part of working at the hospital was the scenery. It was always dark and quiet so that the patients could sleep, and there was never another worker on the floor she was on. Occasionally she could hear one of the patients cry out in their sleep, or moan as though they were in pain. It was eerie and unsettling, and the only thing that kept her stre

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