Surrender
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The "self", forgotten.
Past Souls; Together. Again.
Myself, I give you.
🌙 🪔 🪷
The "self", forgotten.
Past Souls; Together. Again.
Myself, I give you.
Today is World Mental Health Day. It's something that's very near and dear to me, and I'm sure near and dear to so many people here. I'm sure we've all seen the posts today with the common quotes: you'
Am I a good man? Does such a list exist? How does self grade self? Please teach me. Please, grandfather, please show me. Please feel, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I never asked you. My heart shares your shrapnel, grandpa. Purple. Reflecting yours, in its own
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I park at the curb near her driveway. A brown anole boasting, getting its reps in on a white bucket. She's kneeling down, wood not yet placed across the frames. A canvas covered with spray paint. She offers a chair first, and does the same. The wood holding