You don't have to tell me. I just know. Its that little sniffle that comes through The unexplained pauses The slow responses I know when you call Just because you needed to cry.
Together, under a clear blue sky
Together, under a clear blue sky
It's true, we can get so hung up on our hurts we can miss the opportunities they can give us. I think some scars are medals, though, as some are hard won. Great poem, RK.
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