Joy. Happiness. Laughter.
They described me.
I held their hand and pulled their cheeks.
Shots and the dance floor.
Tears. Empty stares. Scribbled feelings.
I describe the half stitched me.
Holding myself tight as I can.
Scars of past and empty life.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
Joy. Happiness. Laughter.
They described me.
I held their hand and pulled their cheeks.
Shots and the dance floor.
Tears. Empty stares. Scribbled feelings.
I describe the half stitched me.
Holding myself tight as I can.
Scars of past and empty life.
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