One of my defects is seeking a “shoulder to cry on…”
One of my fights is seeking a “shoulder to cry on…”
A journey to overcome,
a trip to experience,
a memory I hope to share
while trying to
compare,
for a helpful hint in finding this
middle meaning.
This scar journey is creating tornadoes.
I’m losing too many things.
Things—my people.
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