Are all runaways alone? And other questions I would ask the people of the Central American caravan in hopes of maybe getting a better understand myself as a chronically depressed and all-around isolated person.
There’s no one else in the house The phone rings And there’s no one on the line I feel empty My heart feels empty You can never get close. from Blogger http://briennaparsons.blogspot.com/2018/10/alone.html via IFTTT avoidant attachment, loneliness, loner, love, Poetry
I can feel my heart in my chest Can’t clutch it, knuckles broken But not for anger, striking in rage For sadness and fighting for love from Blogger http://briennaparsons.blogspot.com/2018/10/chest.html via IFTTT loss, love, poems, Poetry
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