SHE’S TRAPPED IN A PLACE
WHERE DARKNESS DEVOURS HER,
GRASPING A SHOVEL
WITH BOTH OF HER BRUISED HANDS,
DIGGING A HOME
FOR HER SOUL TO REST AGAIN.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
SHE’S TRAPPED IN A PLACE
WHERE DARKNESS DEVOURS HER,
GRASPING A SHOVEL
WITH BOTH OF HER BRUISED HANDS,
DIGGING A HOME
FOR HER SOUL TO REST AGAIN.
a friend of mine asked me where her old self was
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