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Dreaming comes so easily,
'cause it's all that I've known.
True love is a fairytale,
I'm damaged, so how would I know?
I'm scared and I'm alone,
I'm ashamed and I need for you to know,
I didn't say all the things
that I want to say,
and you can't take back what
you've taken away,
'cause I feel you, I feel you near me.
Healing comes so painfully,
and it chills to the bone.
Won't let anyone get close to me,
I'm damaged, as I'm sure you know.
There's mending for my soul,
an ending to this fear,
forgiveness for a man who was stronger.
I was just a little girl,
but I can't go back.
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six months earlier.
It had been just like any other day. Working the bar late at night, wishing for all the world to get home.
She never got to go home, though.
He'd come into the kitchen as quiet as a mouse, sneaking up on her, and taking her away.
He was tall, sure, compared to her small frame. He was handsome, in that rough around the edges type of way.
And you'd better believe he was dark. It was the type of dark that the majority of people couldn't understand. Their brains couldn't comprehend the type of things that swam around in his head. Kit did, but she never let on to it.
She didn't know, however, that this would be the beginning of the rest of her life.
<font color="#FFFFFF" size="1">[ December 17, 2007 04:36 PM: Message edited by: empty hearted ]</font>
