She pushed,
she pulled,
she fell.
She wrestled with her thoughts as she lay there in a puddle of her misery;
the puddle was clear and smelled of dreams coated in doubt.
[To be continued]
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
She pushed,
she pulled,
she fell.
She wrestled with her thoughts as she lay there in a puddle of her misery;
the puddle was clear and smelled of dreams coated in doubt.
[To be continued]
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