Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words

I'm at a loss for words sometimes. &  Sometimes the tide gets rough  and knocks  the wind out of me. We are all standing  in a sea of dreams. Hoping  to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?  

Define ๐Ÿ“Ž

Color me simple, color me pure, suppose the part in the world that I hold. Think of me pretty. Or don't. Words are contingents, do we fit? Tell me how, why, and when. Categorized with more intersections than one. Separate who I am who I once was; what definition or word is that? Humanity.

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