I used to be someone, someone - me. My existence was for my self for HIM, and for a few who understands me. I had this inability to let people in; I didn't let just anyone get in for I was scared of life - for how it might push me; for what I could and couldn't offer life - for what life might brought me - for what it could make me - because what was underneath my surface was a child - shy, needy and fragile. But no matter how I hid from life, no matter how I took cover; it found me. Ah! Life f....
Real Life
