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Sometimes I'm small, tied tight in a ball, I want no-one to see me, not no-one at all.

 

 

 

 

Sometimes there passes a soft whisper of care, and I feel perhaps here, there is nothing to scare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes the sharing of voices I hear, and then I can start to believe that there is nothing to fear.

 

Sometimes I can glimpse past the pain, with caring I see living is learning to dance in the rain.

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Ashley 03/19/2017 13:23

I love your blog Jack!