Sometimes you can find medication in the laughter of your lover,
sometimes you can be given health by the hands that promise you the world,
sometimes you can be given strength by the arm that’s securely around your waist at night.

Sometimes you can’t.

And that is always okay.

  • Author: bethgrace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2017 14:46
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