Impressionism, 1948| Stories Untold | Vintage Fashion

Updated: Jun 13, 2019



I open my eyes.

Where are you at?

All I see is an injured soul who has seen the hurt of this world.


I close my eyes.

Wait for me on the other side and I promise I’ll forgive you for all the harm you’ve done to me.


I open my eyes.

My state of dreaming arises.

Now what if I cry? — Drew Skyland





• I love you more than sliced bread and gold earrings. How I won’t forget the smoothness is your collar, or the three hairs from your beard. Please come back to me when the war has ended. My mind can not handle a second death.


• Opression • Mental Health • Sexual Exploitation

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