life after her
She got more confident the more she repeated it. The more she said it, the more torn my heart became. Tears felt warm down my cheeks, as if to comfort me from this cold cold world. In the card game of life, I am fucking solitaire.Sleep it off. The sun that awakens you will be tbe beacon of rebirth. Be stronger than your will allows you to be. If letting go was the test, I'm failing miserably. Traditions are being missed, when change is in style.
posted by psychobabbler @ 11:38 AM
