A little church I saw when I visited northern France
i’ve crawled my way out of the dirt and, by god,
i will crawl my way back into the dirt
Put this on a t-shirt for the (late) secret santa of a dear friend of mine @talkingfornothing 🙂
Hungry. Head throbbing. Eyes closed. Count your breaths.
Sometimes the words are so thick, you cannot speak them without choking. There’s a retching to get them out, a gagging and a coughing.
Sometimes I would rather not speak at all.
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