Synapse in AlgebraA Poem by scarlynn
I mean,
How can being alive ever not matter how can it not matter you're breathing and your breath is growing trees, growing hydrangeas - they're your favourite flower. He knows to get them for you. How can that not matter? I am all I have
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Added on September 19, 2015 Last Updated on September 19, 2015 Tags: love, life, death, dying, suicide, sad, depression, anxiety, PTSD, positivity, aging, truth, lies, therapy, medication |