There wait my family, but here I stand.
Behind a pane of glass fragile in my rough, calloused hands;
I cannot hold them.
Not near to my heart.
If they stand too near to me I'll tear them apart.
YOU ARE READING
Not me. (2023)
Contoso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
