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trees border the meadow - my meadow - to the east, making a shadowy forest. the forest tapers off to the north, ending near the horizon, where hills gently roll to the north, making the earth look like an ocean made of green and brown waves. a stream flows from these hills, through my meadow, and continues on, to the ocean far south from here, an ocean that can't be seen, nor heard, from here. to the west and south, there is nothing but flowing grasses, only interrupted by the stream. with every breath of air, every breeze, the grasses move like the waves of an ocean, like the ocean far from here. the sky is stuck at twilight... no day, no night, just twilight. stars and what's left of the light from the sun are friends here, never to overtake on another, always equal, very calming. my meadow, and the area around it for miles, never has been touched by mankind, nor ever will it. not one man has ever made it here, none has seen it. my eyes are the only that has seen the beauty o...

you see a happy person... do you really know how i feel? you are on the recieving end of my endless love... but do you know why i love so much? when you are near me, you have to comfort of my always being there... how could you possibly know why? can you see past the mask and into my soul, where i keep all the pain until i can no longer handle it? sometimes you think you can, but you don't really know. do you know the extent of my regrets? you think you know how much i do regret, but you only know what i tell you. do you know why i keep you close but at a distance at the same time? you can take a guess, i will let you think you know... but you truly don't understand why. will you still accept me, take me.... love me?

i am barely hanging on, holding on with the last of my strength. who knows how much longer until i fall into the black abyss?it could only take a small breeze, a gentle push, and i could tumble. i hold on to the ledge so tight my knuckles are white. i don't know how much longer i can stay here... my fingers start to slip. i push myself tighter to the wall... someone grabs me by the hand and pulls me up. i get on the ledge on my hands and knees before the very edge crumbles. my knee slips and i am thrown off the ledge, falling...

come to me, i will save you. come to me, i will be your savior. i am your angel, i help lift the weight off your sholders. i am your angel, i help you rise above the rest. come, i will help you. i will take you up under my wing. come, i will help you. i want you to be the best you can be. come, i will comfort you. i will save you from your suffering. come, i will comfort you. i will help you stand tall. i am your savior. come to me. i am your savior. i will protect you always.

i live in constant fear. i whisper words you can't hear; i know what will happen if you do. i dont know what else to do but to take the crushing words, the honed, sharpened and edged word, those meant to hurt me. i don't know what to be when you want me to present myself when you yourself resent the way i act, the way i talk the way i do, the way i walk. if you resent me so, what am i supposed to do? love you with compassion or hate you with passion? how am i supposed to see what i am supposed to be? all that is in my head is what you have fed me for so long. i always feel like i am doing wrong. i can't see what i am supposed to be. my outlook on my life is tainted by the way i feel hated. is this how life is supposed to be? afraid to truly be me? afraid to make one wrong move, always trying to prove I deserve your love, rather than thinking you are so far above? but i guess i'll never know anything but the hate you show.

you don't know what you don't see you don't let me be the real me you use me to build up your ego you don't know how much i want you to let go i try to get away but you always seem to get your way what you don't seem to understand i can no longer withstand what you put me through, all the crap from you what i don't think is okay is how you pull me every which way i am so sick and tired of your crap i feel like i am in a trap why do you do this to me? don't you see that i might not get out of this, that i can't get out of this?