the weeks become months and the months become years.
"Happy New Year!" I say with a dripping tear.
each year becomes harder and harder to go through.
it seems like a flawed game of sudoku.
months. (chapter 10)
the weeks become months and the months become years.
"Happy New Year!" I say with a dripping tear.
each year becomes harder and harder to go through.
it seems like a flawed game of sudoku.
