Drowning, sputtering
Stuttering happiness
Clapping small hands
Handling chaos
Chaotic surroundings
But I feel like I'm drowning
In gratefulness
Thankfulness
Feels like I can't deserve
Any of this
I am happy
Finally

dear quinn,

it
is
okay
to
ask
for
help

love,
quinn

To hold back doesn't feel smart
There so much in my heart
But to say it would rip us apart

Or am i just scared
Of your words
What's said cant be unheard

My gut tells me the truth
But it said aloud wont sooth
And probably wont change things but confuse

I want to charge into the sun
To make memories and have fun
Your cookie dough still not done

And I dont have the right to take
what's not mine, or cause it to break
I don't want to be a mistake

So I swallow it down,
I dont want you to frown.

"I'm an open book"
She says

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