I found much more in her laughter than in people's words,
I held it in my heart and felt like there was sense, a welcoming warmth, as if I came home.
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existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"
t w e n t y f i v e
I found much more in her laughter than in people's words,
I held it in my heart and felt like there was sense, a welcoming warmth, as if I came home.
