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I’m petsitting two French bulldogs right now. They both are hyper when I come home, but tend to chill out fast. They sleep most of the day, and wake up just to eat. Pretty sure one has amnesia, she always forgets who I am.
Some Days
Some days, she smiles
and I’m whole again.
All That I Had
It finally happened; the girl’s gone mad.
It took one moment, took all that she had,
and amid the sunken stars that fell from the sky,
you can sift through them, find reasons to cry.
Inked in Steel
Push through this skin
and paint a picture.
Finger painting
with blood.
It was all a young girl knew.
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