Monday, February 26, 2018

hard hearted series of regressed

We worry sometimes when we meet someone new. We worry we wear our heartbreak. If only you knew me then. And, we keep telling ourself: 1/4 done. But, even if we survive, what's damaged, broken, done? Our Aries fire is watered down, Pisces season is not my strength, know we used to own confidence, even alone.

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