We’re allowed …

We’re allowed to make it visible.

But you find a way to slip in, discrete, almost un-noticeable. Except to me.

I lower my eyes to the ground. Why does something so subtle evoke so much emotion. Hurt?

Guilt.

It is my fault. or yours?

 

 

I didn’t chose or ask for this.

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About Emmy

Cats. Dogs. Vegan? Philadelphia folk no longer. View all posts by Emmy

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