I yearn for the day that my voice does not shake while speaking
The day that my hands do not rattle upon my lap
The day that my eyes do not shift away restlessly
The day that my skin does not turn to ice
I crave comfort for my body
But my mind refuses to allow me any peace
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
I yearn for the day that my voice does not shake while speaking
The day that my hands do not rattle upon my lap
The day that my eyes do not shift away restlessly
The day that my skin does not turn to ice
I crave comfort for my body
But my mind refuses to allow me any peace
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