He was the first one to understand me. He was the one who loved me instantly and who went to all extreme’s to keep me safe. His hands where the ones who held me and his eyes looked upon me for the first time. He is my Dad. My Hero.

 

There is a bond between us something so strong and fragile at the same time. A bond I treasure with all my heart. Of course at times it gets…

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There is this little coffee shop in town. I love going there and the owners know me quite well. They have this cozy nook where I usually have a cup of coffee or hot chocolate. I love sitting there watching the girls and boys walk past. Wondering how it would be to be friends with them. How it would be to be your average teenage girl.

 

I look like your average 16 year old…

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Today I went into town. I felt like just taking a break and go for a nice cup of coffee. While I was sitting at my table paging through a magazine, a pregnant lady walked in. I think she must be quite close to full term.

 

But what I noticed more was the look in her eyes. The happiness and contentment. I watch as she softly rubbed her hand across her tummy and smiled.

 

I found myself smiling. I think I have been thinking a lot about my birth these days with my…

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He holds me close, he whispers my name
Resting my head on his shoulder
Feeling his touch on my skin, I close my eyes
He kisses my cheek, my eye's sting with tears that will never come

My heart hurts for the love that I feel
The hurt is my constant reminder of him
I hold it close, dare I should lose it!
But no matter the cost, I will pay the price
Freedom holds no peace, for he is not there
My heart is my prison.
His smile the only key.

 

Walking up the steps to our home in Egypt.  Will she still be there waiting? Will she still want me? 

If she has left me then I deserve it for being gone so long.



As I open the door... I call out to the house, “Tia? My lovely Tia... Are you home? It is your Benji come …

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Lately, memories of my human life seem to be plaguing my mind.  There is no reason for it.  It is not as if I can have a dream and have those images engrained into my memory.  These images have been hidden deeper and as of late have made themselves known.  Often times, when I am in my chambers, I have been receiving quick clips of what was once my human life.  The life I lived before I was turned into what I am today.  Most of my images have been of my mother and father.  Their appearances…

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