Nancy Beaudet

Big Girl’s Cry

I find solace in a computer screen. I find peace in music and a paradise in the perfect lyrical masterpiece.

Big Girl’s Cry.

I’m horribly untalented at hiding the bags underneath my dark brown eyes. My makeup bag has been dumped, torn apart and stained. I spend money trying to be a different version of myself. A stranger with ambition and goals who does not let depression and life wear her down.

I wear myself down.

I long to be able to write each and every day, I wish I could come up with a beautiful story. If only I was talented enough to put my fingers on the keys and create a getaway.

Big Girl’s Cry.

 

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