dear them,
i've come to know everyone.
they've all had an excuse.
some were better than others.
i'm not going to point fingers or anything.
just know that some of you are sick.
and some of you are hurt.
i'll let you decide who i understand.
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.
