Eyes shade is unknown as this clock ticks by,
The color that occupies her small precious hands is yet to be seen,
Yet I know deep down in a place I thought would never resurface that her heart will be pure gold from the millisecond she enters this universe, saved me from myself before she even took her first breath.
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Project Feel
Non-Fiction"Written words speak when your voice fails" I started this project almost two years ago as a way for people all around the world to see that they are not voiceless or alone and that there isn't just one version of life. Not only that but also to sh...
