Not Poetic
ramblings of the girl who likes to stare
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
untitled 7
Not hopeful, not kind.
But I try.
I brace myself and fall,
but I stand up every time.
Not well rested,
but I won't close my eyes.
Starving for my truth
I'll be walking til I find it.
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