Words

by | Jul 10, 2018 | 0 comments

And sometimes, words fail. They take the air from my lungs or hit me in the face. Sometimes, there isn’t sense to be made.

And sometimes, words fail. They take the air from my lungs or hit me in the face. Sometimes, there isn’t sense to be made.

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