sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s an arm.” — Farrah Field, from “In Oupelousas,” Rising (via lifeinpoetry)

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s

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sadillite: “I cried so hard I forgot who I was. Someone touched my arm. What’s an arm.” — Farrah Field, from “In Oupelousas,” Rising (via lifeinpoetry)

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