Dear Washington,
You consumed my joy
yet you also added smile
You stole my proof--
Proof that there is such thing as fate,
that there is such thing as defeating one's fears,
and meeting your wish,
on the road to Damascus.
Take care of my joy, my wish
Take care of my Friend
Photo from: AuthenticGrowth.com Words talked over, my voice inside my head Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead Anxiety, told me the biggest lies Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries Every mistake, piled up on my chest Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest The attention, self-esteem took hold of It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love.
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