Broken things can be fixed but they can never be the same.
by the time I had glued my broken pieces back together, the summer sun had left me to spend another long stretch plagued by darkness and cold and so did you.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesiacollection of writings from my unhinged girl mind🎀 Completely unedited or beta'd just a girl in her 20's fighting for her life (mentally, physically, and emotionally)
