The Uprooted Word
Monday, August 3, 2015
Practical emotion
Cary me because I no longer Cary the weak. Tell me because I hate to plan for others. Leave me and I may not drop a tear. I don't care like I used to. I don't love with my heart. I don't see with my eyes. I am a practical life.
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