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Your Wounded Soul Needs Comforting Little One

By Madness Carves Its Own Reality

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{*{*{ Remember my Frightened Child }*}*}.... ---> I'm forever at Your side to soothe Your bruised neck with Loving hands caressing Your ever whimper. I will be the One whom refreshes LIFE into Your Murdered Innocence with a Passion for Your WellBeing, as I am Lifting Your Heart to the Sun's Rays letting it's Warmth Tranquilize Your shattered Fate. You must acknowledge the Reality of Our ties my Dear fearful Inner Child, for, I am the ONLY Human, that can Breathe LIFE into this Earth's atmospheric Livelihood, whom will Purely understand the thorough extent of terror filling the BloodY BackGrounds of Your DayDreams with Murderous NightMares. Therefore, My Little One, rest Your Tortured nerves upon my Endeared-Felt chest as my open arms, of replenishing Compassion, Embraces every victomized boundry of Your PainFully consumed World. For You do so ever deserve a CompleteNess of Unconditional Love from me, ....at least. Unfold those wounded hysterics; that have grasped You of that Blood-Sworn dried bryer vine, leaving Your back-side and legs with scarred memories of red oozing hatered that MerciFullLessly exploded onto You, and set it upon my eagerly Nurturing Heart as I douse Your injuries with astonished Awe of LoveFelt Wonder. Though they were evil deeds that did pound their way throughout three / fourths of Your LIFE's Journey we both must Eternally grasp that idea that You and I are now an existing Miracle, of Great strength, whom needs to fulfill a Living Mission thru this Journey with Clear Acknowledgements of other wounded Souls, showing them the Crystal Reality of what truelly needs-be, and caress their NightMare of a remorseful existance. I am forever here for You my Young Inner Child, and, we shall always remenice this One Thought Above All.... ~}~}~} You Needent Worry, for, ...GOD Never Wastes Miracles {~{~{~ Inspired Throughout: Mary-EllenMatthews/CopyRight2002 "Madness Carves It's Own Reality" Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 10:41 AM PST    0 • 12

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