Disassociated Empty eyes staring blankly. Focused only on the disregarded imperfections on a painted plaster wall. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related September 30, 2021 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: depression, Disassociated, Empty, I need to fix that, Poetry, Spaced, Walls 9 Comments
So much said with such few words. How often do we find ourselves doing the same thing. Beautiful. Hugs 🤗 Joni LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
So much said with such few words. How often do we find ourselves doing the same thing. Beautiful. Hugs 🤗 Joni
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Thank you Joni ❤️❤️
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Love!!!
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Thank you!
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A lot of emotion has gone into these few powerful words! 🌹
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Thank you for seeing that ❤️
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👍🌹
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This is how I was feeling now. Smiling now.
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❤️ Glad I’m not alone
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