I touch my pen to paper, and somehow- remarkably so- it still works
I’ve been so tired, so sad, so alone. I’ve been so frustrated, so confused, so homesick for a home I don’t think exists- well, not yet anyway.
I touch my pen to my paper and somehow it still works-I fell…better I’m that girl in muted colors who you look straight through; you can’t
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