fairybooty

Moirail

ainsil:

You who have pulled me out of the 

image

by acting as the
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that guides me home.

You who quiets the
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that makes my
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boil when my
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is overturned with thoughts of
image.

You who has given me the 
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to take that
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that I need and the
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to heal my wounds.

I thank you.

My
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is now full of
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and I can look towards the rest of my
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with a smile.

A little poem made for a moirail.

Idea taken from this wonderful poem.

fairybooty
  • Me: *reading in bedroom*
  • Parents: We're going out to take care of some things.
  • Me: *reading*
  • Parents: And we're taking your siblings with us.
  • Me: *reading*
  • Parents: So you'll be alone for a bit.
  • Me: *reading*
  • Parents: Don't do anything crazy.
  • Me: *reading*
  • Parents: *leave with my siblings*
  • Me: *stops reading*
  • Me: *emerges from room*
  • Me: *tiptoes into living room*
  • Me: *sits on couch*
  • Me: *continues reading*