To this day,
I still don’t know for whom I’m writing.
But between the sentence,
and paragraph,
I saw,
your name.
YOU ARE READING
Two hundred pages, until I forget you.
Randomall the pieces in my heart have been poured out to these two hundred pages for you...
page seven
To this day,
I still don’t know for whom I’m writing.
But between the sentence,
and paragraph,
I saw,
your name.
