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By Jane Rain Date: 2017 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2017.05.23.19.50.3694]] |
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I always found it cliche when people said they felt safe in so-and-so's arms. Maybe because I was always in the wrong arms. Then the right arms held me and I understood. Despite our tumultuous past and unfortunate present, time stands still for that little bit when I'm in his arms. My mind shuts down as I breathe him in. These moments have become rarities that I treasure. I long for the peace that I feel to stay with me, but it never does. He never does. And so on I go, missing home. |