The thoughts in my mind
Do they ever feel lonely?
No. I’m a writer
Once upon a time
There lived a girl
Buried under diagnosis and prescription bottles
O, the mountains she’ll move
And when you see her
Call her by my name
For we are one and the same
Today’s photo of the day is in celebration!!
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her stories were embedded so much into her writing hand that on everything she touched
her print remained long after she was gone
whispering herSTORY into the souls that followed
these are effects of the residual