Begin, become when you take a left.
Feel that's right.
Therapy.
Say that you're alright.
That it's the kind.
Of see through.
Of assuring.
The peace.
Within each other.
Unreal the nervousness.
Crossing legs.
Holding still.
You know.
Filling weariness in the snow.
As it was under that street light.
Garrett Johnson.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 5:18 PM UTC
Begin, become when you take a left.
Feel that's right.
Therapy.
Say that you're alright.
That it's the kind.
Of see through.
Of assuring.
The peace.
Within each other.
Unreal the nervousness.
Crossing legs.
Holding still.
You know.
Filling weariness in the snow.
As it was under that street light.
Garrett Johnson.
Amanda after 3, the wake up.
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