You okay?
Profusely I bleed, my time of need.
Words become stuck, tears unhooked.
Turning astray.
Yeah... I'm okay.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
You okay?
Profusely I bleed, my time of need.
Words become stuck, tears unhooked.
Turning astray.
Yeah... I'm okay.
The dreaded question to when they ask if you're okay...its easier saying yes than breaking down.
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