Is this pandemic making me lonely?
Is that why I wish I had someone?
I don't want a boyfriend.
A husband.
Someone who will miss me even in forever.
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Finding Joy
PoetryI 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".
