I am kidnapped by the tyranny of my father, a public figure. My brothers, husband, even my poor step-mother… we are all trapped and beat down by his constant badgering of lies. I’ve become numb. We all have. But the money is good. And I can’t reveal this to the public eye. Yet every day I hope for a crack, something to get me out of here, out of the shadows, into the sunlight of my true nature. God help me.
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speak out! you can break free. we got you.
Thinking of you. ?
I’m dreaming of seeing your beautiful face again.
“I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you That I almost believe that they’re real” — The Cure
To gaze into your eyes
To hold your hands
To speak your name
These are the things
that I dream about