The Immigrant julietrebourn Uncategorized January 5, 2018January 5, 2018 1 Minute Squashed Like a bug You held my hair Manic feet Nobody stared I came here Unprepared Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by julietrebourn I feel everything. I talk too much. This is for those quiet moments. The ones only in your thoughts. View all posts by julietrebourn Published January 5, 2018January 5, 2018