dear them,
you told me to stop dreaming.
i think there's a reason you told me that.
i think you've got fire.
you're fighting a battle.
don't tell me i'm crazy, because you know it.
someone once told you the same thing, didn't they?
and you believed it, didn't you?
i was never a violent person.
however, i'd personally like to knock some sense into your brain.
sincerely,
lana
YOU ARE READING
radio // completed
Short Story"baby, love me, 'cause i'm playin' on the radio. how do you like me now?" ~~~ ©carolyn all rights reserved don't steal that's rude disclaimer: i wrote this in sixth grade. it's bad. you have been warned.
