There's a soft spot in your heart for every person that left...
Like the taste of an old cigarette....
like the ache of coming across an old picture...
like the cut on your hand that reminds you of falling part on the bathroom floor..
There's a spot in your heart until there's nothing of them left....
I don't know what comes in my mind.. Just felt like writing it..
Good morning/ Good night to all my friends... :)
*peace out for today*
YOU ARE READING
\\凱爾\\
RandomThis is a book where you can find about my shitty life You will find my daily routine and things I do everyday (may be)
