I'm a writer of few words who is really trying to make sense here.
your mind and skin
reject being your home anymore,
your screams never reach
your lips anymore,
you try to shut it out
but can't escape it anymore
you wish you could die
but are too tired to try anymore
On my recent visit to my home, my mom quietly took out my engagement and reception photo albums and showed them to my sister-in-law. I was w...
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