not enough
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Hunger
There was a time I knew that no one cared not enough to seek me out or listen not enough to….. That may be one of my greatest wounds even now I experience that not enough Not enough to ask me how I am Not enough to read my words Not enough to say hello Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 