its 2am and my son should be home by now.
why isnt he home?
this is where i would draw the line, and he knew that.why isnt he home?
i just want my little boy back to where he belongs.
i just want my little boy to come running back home,
i just want my little boy to be alive.
YOU ARE READING
him her
Teen Fiction'they're kind of dead, sir' short story #131 t.f #663 2014 [currently 372 in ss)
