I’m not flashy
I’m broken in pieces
Buried and lost
Buried and found
By the softbodied me
On a crowded beach
With no relevance
Aside from being a part of my whole life
My words are not flashy.
They are broken
but they are mine.
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
June 20, 2013 in Uncategorized
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March 21, 2014 at 6:44 am
Beeskiffle
I really like this.
So true, so good.