One day before I should leave here, tell me she is somewhere, tell me that she exists. She who would lie beside me, whose glance would not cut into my soul with disdain. Tell me she would be as eager to hold me as I am to hold her. Tell me when she went away […]
Realizing How We Were, Betrayed, by Those Who Should’ve Loved Us…
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Life, the Obstacle Course 