Worries

crying statue

Worries

These worries are
wounds
upon my soul that
at their own scabs
pick.

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Just a quick little verse that’s been haunting the wall of my shower for a while ( I occasionally get ideas and the poor walls of my house suffer for it by getting written on by random things such as eyeliner and lipstick). It’s been applicable to my last few weeks, and I thought it just might be something for yours as well.

 

Here’s to hoping your day flies by.

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2 responses

  1. Reblogged this on Hey Sweetheart, Get Me Rewrite! and commented:
    Catching up with old friends

    1. Awesome! Ty a million for the reblog!

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