My my
bittersweet time
passes before
the cup is half
empty
or maybe half
full.
My my
soft anxieties
slip from view
before
you know.
My my
we were
thrushes
flying away
to find a
new home.
Photo by Katerina Kerdi on Unsplash.
My my
bittersweet time
passes before
the cup is half
empty
or maybe half
full.
My my
soft anxieties
slip from view
before
you know.
My my
we were
thrushes
flying away
to find a
new home.
Photo by Katerina Kerdi on Unsplash.
I love this! Your words are very relatable.
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Thank you so much!!
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My pleasure!
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