I wish for the shoulder of a gentle soul to grant me the permission to cry my heart out while they hug me tight and I clutch them back as if every bone were going to shatter with every sob.
Just let me cry into your shoulder without judgment, without opinions, without pity.
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Silhouette of the Soul
PoetryA collection of stories, poems, thoughts, and other generally short pieces of writing I've managed to create from my own imagination. Some are very old, some are more recent. Some may or may not be inspired by.......................... I don't know...
