I often think of my life as a ship. It was under full sail for a while but a terrible storm overtook it and it became crippled. Many lives were lost. But it limped into its home port and was slowly being rebuilt. Becoming seaworthy once again. Another storm, however, has just blown through and it has become unmoored and damaged yet again. Set adrift with no anchor or crew to steady it.
INELOQUENT.
Musings, few and far between, from the girl with a broken heart.
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