You sent me a voice note, your voice sounded so warm. I think we could make it through any kind of storm. Then you asked how I was doing, tears welling in my eyes. I'm usually not this sensitive, usually not the one that cries. But if you only knew how heavy life is at this moment. Maybe then you'll see all of Murphy's Laws torment.
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My Side of the Story Vol. II
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martiniez This is my story.
