I guess, change happens in all areas of your life at once. While I'm sitting here writing my mother is in the bathroom, painting the walls. My grandparents are cutting down their trees.
I always assumed change lead to something good. Painting the walls does. Painting is something that is constructive. Breaking someone's heart by leaving them?
Someone, tell me, how could that lead to something good? All I want is him
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Summer '17
Poetry"Reality denied comes back to haunt" -Madeline Roux • I keep trying to write about my life and I always try to start at the beginning. It doesn't ever work, I never make it to where I am now in life. So now, I will start writing from here. Just me...
