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I’ve become addicted to the fantasy.  The sweet whispers that tell me I’m beautiful.  That I deserve happiness.  That I’m never alone.  And I believe it—for a while.  Because I desperately need it.  I need to feel cared for.  I need to feel loved.  I need the sweet embrace that assures me that I’m not alone.  I need the gentle stroking of my hair that relaxes me.  I need the caresses that let me forget reality—for a while. Even though I know I’m not alone, I struggle with the Voice that tells me that I am.  It lies to me.   It tells me I’m weak, selfish, alone.  I try to fight back, but it’s pulli

I dream of your voice Comforting Reassuring Relaxing I dream of your arms Saving Holding Protecting I dream of your lips Smiling Kissing Promising I dream of you Relaxing my body Protecting me from darkness Promising never to leave And then I wake up Stressed Exposed Alone

My heart is a girl, A child, trapped in a cage, Longing for freedom. I quietly search For the words my heart can't find To describe my love. My heart tends to dream Of days without lonliness, Or darkness, or pain.

I sit alone in my room, just as I've sat so many nights before. Hoping, waiting, longing, for you to walk though my door. You don't even appear in my dreams anymore. Before I met you, I was alone and ignored. How many different ways are there to tell you, "You're the one I adore"? I'd give up the world just to be with you once more.

I'm from my family.      From my mother, Beverly.      From my father, William.      From my sister and brothers. I'm from food.      From ice cream with Daddy.      From chocolate with Mommy.      From candy with Jenny. I'm from overcoming disability.      From my dad's hearing loss.      From my mom and sister's ADD.      From my brothers' autism. I'm from my friends.      From Cele