Matchless Soul by Elizabeth Tapp
Depression...
It's cold.
It's knowing
that your soul
has no intention of
putting wood on a dying fire.
-Elizabeth Tapp
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Beautiful souls, I hope you know, that you are my Chemically Induced Angels. Louisville, KY
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