When I stop moving, and run out of things to scrub clean, errands to cross off my list, and T.V shows to binge, I can hear my heart cracking.
Writing is my therapy. Here lies my innards.
Writing is my therapy. Here lies my innards.
When I stop moving, and run out of things to scrub clean, errands to cross off my list, and T.V shows to binge, I can hear my heart cracking.
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