I wear heart earrings.
I have broken heart earrings.
I wear one on my left ear
The other on my right ear.
They are broken.
I have both pieces of my heart. But it's still not whole.
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Finding Joy
PoesíaI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
