deserve
i think she's watching me and i think she's thinking, contemplating, about all the negatives in which plague my skin. my wholesomeness. she thinks about who and what and why, and just like me she questions her own being. her own worth.
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
