I smile and glance when I see pictures of others. But when I look at yours, I look a little longer and smile a bit wider.
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Finding Joy
PoésieI 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".
Picture Perfect
I smile and glance when I see pictures of others. But when I look at yours, I look a little longer and smile a bit wider.
