Again
Here I go.
I close my eyes, and hope that i don’t show anything from inside my fragile state of mind. Smiles, we used to have turned to hate.Through memories and messages, Of a past, long forgotten. To understand the intoxicating sensations
That fire that burns inside.
That is held in to hold a face of strength and no weakness.
poem by Kimberly Picazo
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