Dearest Love,
She called herself an angel, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She lived every kind of life and dreamt every kind of dream. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. It took her years to learn how to exist. Took her years to heal from the darkness she had seen as a kid. It took her a while to forget the abused girl and times that she had been punched and hit. Take good care of her. Rest her head on your shores as you clean her wounds. Bandage her skin and make her bruises stop turning into colours of purple and blue. Cradle her like a child in it's mother's womb. Kiss her misery goodbye. Kiss her as the entire ocean watches in awe seeing her finally settling down. Seeing her stand up on her feet , seeing her fighting hard to breathe. Sincerely with love, Her unconscious mind
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