Maybe this time it is for me. For me to be loved and be cared for.
Perhaps this time you will think about me. And how I wish to belong -
to your heart.
Maybe this time it is for me. For you to appreciate me.
This time, I pray that you will pray for me too -
instead of me praying for you.
Maybe this time it is for me. Maybe this time, will be the time for me.
This is me and this is what I feel. This is me and this is what I think. This is me and this is what I breathe. This is me and this is what I live. This is me and this is my Sanctuary.
My Sanctuary...
Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...
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