Friday, April 28, 2017
New Birth of Spring
No spring inside of me. Just the grief of winter's death. Part of me wants to feel the joy of living just for you because I know you would want me to, but I'm sorry Elijah. Winter has been around for a year. I've become an eskimo.
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