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Imagine a moment we never reached, a touch never felt except with desperate longing, hard enough for growing frustration to cloud the love that originally caused it.

Protect their hope by hiding your own, disgusting desires and longing with rejection. Can you keep up the facade?

Witness my scars and see the beautiful, the goodness and the constant attempts of better. Does it inspire you too?

Seeker of redemption to taste the freedom away from guilt, away from self-hatred, will you realise then the friendships around you are real?

See my broken and understand how strong I’ve been to live through this and find a real happiness I didn’t find when whole.

Dance through my childhood with words repeated so often they lost meaning. Now older ears listen and cry, understanding for the first time why they had touched your soul and left you sat alone.

Remember a moment you decided to change and forged a new life, forgetting loneliness and allowing love to touch you, even if it wasn’t to last.

Redefine your fate away from idle self-loathing into an action you can stand by. Begin to respect yourself a little.

Eyes on hats, sleeves and buttons for the sin of always watching but never reacting. Will they ever disappear? Do you want them to?

Redemption has freed you into loneliness so past wounds are longed for during the time you had pain and purpose.