Holding Out for a Hero

So many years, so many names. A different life , different places. I’m the last of my family, the one who bears a curse . I wish for someone to hold me, be there for me . Someone to hold my head when I threw up.. save me from myself. I feel empty , hollow . 

In this life I try to continue on,make sense of something no one ever has . Explanations are hidden in old papers , diaries yellowed and fragile with age . A love, forbidden..dangerous . 

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