currently i am not sad depressed lonely alone self-loathing insecure heartbroken nor breaking hearts and that makes me feel quite out of place because i am surrounded by scars and tear-streaked (beautiful) faces bruised knees drawn up to chests dark empty rooms broken mirrors and trashcans filled with crumpled lists of mistakes and if i could, i would take all the scars tears and lonely nights from the hearts that are broken or breaking and i wish i could cloak The Light i’ve found (or did It find me?) around cold shoulders and wash all the tired feet that’ve been blindly stumbling in the dark
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Madisen Kuhn 25/Cisgender Female/Charlottesville, VA