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[gemsmith777]

I have a little kid inside me.

And once in while, he skips along, goes up to someone, and says:

"I've got something shiney! Wanna see it?"

Sometimes they turn away.

But he keeps skipping.

And sometimes they shove him down.

But he keeps skipping.

And sometimes, they'll actually look at what the little kid with the buttercup grin has in his pocket,
but they don't see what's so special about it.

He gets a little disapointed then, but he still manages to keep skipping. I don't know how, but I've learned not to question it.

But sometimes,
sometimes

somebody will open his hands
and have the same little glimmer in the eyes that he does.

And that's when I'm happy.

And I know it makes little sense to people,
but all in all,
even with this extremely sad shell I've had to make.

I'm still the little kid with the rocks in his pocket.

There's so much I wish I could expain,
a way to get rid of so,
much pain.

It's just so fucking big. You have no idea.

I wish I could make you understand;

I want to heal.
I want to be okay.

But it all seems so very fucking far away.