I should stop now. You're already fine with her. You moved on. You never look back. It was all okay.
It was all okay.
I am okay.
I should be okay.
This should be fine.
It is now done.
I'm stopping myself now.
YOU ARE READING
She Hates The Other Flower
PuisiFlowers born differently. Invaded by thorns, close to wither. Can't feel the pain, indication of too much weather.
