Healing handsA Poem by PixieblueWhat I thought about at work today.
They say time heals,
time heals what exactly. When my heart was broken, there was no wound on my skin. No, time makes us slowly forget, that's not something I want to do. So if healing means forgetting , then I'm happy staying broken for you. © 2014 PixieblueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPixiebluekent, gravesend, United KingdomAboutI'm Leah. Here's a few things to know about me: I'm an artist. I'm a musician. I'm a writer. I have ADHD. I'm dark at heart. I think everyone is wonderful who knows how to love and be loved/ .. more..Writing
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