Jul 2017
Sometimes I wish I could
Pull the child who lives inside of me
Out,
Dress her wounds
Kiss her bruises
And embrace her in my arms
So,
She knows that one day
She will be
Loved
Pull the child who lives inside of me
Out,
Dress her wounds
Kiss her bruises
And embrace her in my arms
So,
She knows that one day
She will be
Loved
(20/Gender Fluid/London)
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