To think I cared about that.
Dead.
To think that I had that myself.
Dead.
To think I could tame a hoe.
Wrong.
And still dead.
To think that anyone could change for the better of life and prosperity instead of choosing lies and mess to be remembered by.
Dead.
To think I wasted my time.
Dead.
To think I turned down others.
Dead.
To think that I could make a difference in the negative shit surrounding me.
Guess what..
DEAD.
YOU ARE READING
My Dirty Little Secrets
القصة القصيرةEveryone has some. You know it.I know it. But its what we don't know that will matter.
