When the withering sunshine slowly starts to rust
And my darker days are quielty growing tough
I close my eyes and smile somewhere inside,
And tell myself a dozen times:
“I am enough”.
bobby stevenson 2019
bobby stevenson 2019
Another new morning in Deal. I haven’t checked the telephone, and I sure as hell haven’t switched on the TV with all that news. So I lie t...
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