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Finding Solace for the NeedyThe value of a soul,Finding Solace for the Needy by Pitalia
Is something no one can control,
Only its owner,
At the end of a hard hard day,
Through all the troubles and the pain,
Remember hearts don't beat in vain,
All have purpose,
All have potential,
And all can turn kind,
The soul is priceless and limitless,
But it's energy can change,
Can be diminished like a flame,
But embers will remain,
Take a breath and breathe upon your everlasting fire,
You are precious and valuable,
Someone loves you it is true,
If you are alone,
Look to the stars and know someone else watches with you,
If you are lonely, find a fellow songbird,
If you are troubled, seek a fellow solace,
If you need love, give it to the needy,
Find someone that needs yourself,
Do not be bitter,
Don't hesitate to cry,
Through all your troubles there is light,
Whether in the sun, or in a smile,
Never doubt it can be reached,
That you and other weary souls will finally find true peace.
Winter Soldier x Reader: Oblivion: (7)Bucky POVWinter Soldier x Reader: Oblivion: (7) by Zephyros22
The sunrise grew brighter with each passing minute, Bucky noted with dull interest. A knife lay in his grip, and though he knew he didn't need it, it was instinctual for him to have a weapon at all times. Years upon years of being on the defense and taking violent action had trained him always be on guard.
What it had not prepared him for, however, was this.
He never meant to be a savior, but yet you treated him like one. You put what little faith you had in him, and for once, Bucky was disarmed by it. He wasn't used to being trusted, being believed in. It made him uncomfortable, knowing there was another who had confidence in him.
He still remembered the way your bare skin had felt underneath his fingers, the feel of goosebumps along your flesh. You didn't face him, but he could still tell how uncomfortable you were simply by observing the way you held yourself. And still, you let him touch the wound without so much as a murmur. Because you trusted him not