Hello dark room of my mind,A place hidden,Where it’s not so kind. I don’t want to visit again,There is film to develop,That I don’t want to send. Pictures of cold,Hands of stone,Photos of new and old. The camera of my eye,Captures my brokenness,And the tears I cry.
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Uttering from Jenn's Pen 