I HAVE A FRIEND WHO WRITES,
AND WHEN I READ WHAT SHE WRITES,
IT MAKES ME CRY,
CRY BECAUSE OF THE OBVIOUS PAIN SHE'S GOING THROUGH TO WRITE THAT STUFF,
CRY BECAUSE I WANT HER TO KNOW THAT I WILL BE THERE FOR HER,
CRY BECAUSE I KNOW SHE WON'T BOTHER SEEING ME,
CRY BECAUSE I CAN'T TELL HER HOW MUCH I CAN RELATE TO IT.
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
LosoweI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
