she has been neglected, thrown over a bridge and let down all her life.
made of delicate unfired ceramics, not demands.
she tries every time, kicked herself and choke on her tongue.
everything seem impossible this moment. she breaks down.
she's not used to having somebody, of any unknown presence.
all she used to had was herself but nobody. she can't speak up.
like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
she has been neglected, thrown over a bridge and let down all her life.
made of delicate unfired ceramics, not demands.
she tries every time, kicked herself and choke on her tongue.
everything seem impossible this moment. she breaks down.
she's not used to having somebody, of any unknown presence.
all she used to had was herself but nobody. she can't speak up.
like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
d.p.s
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