gardenfortheliving
There was a girl. Her name was Daisy, but to me she was crazyassbitch52. She had a hard life. And in the end, it was all too much, and I wasn't there for her when she needed me most. She's gone now, hopefully at peace. But that leaves me to try to piece together the shattered pieces of her life. To try to mend my shattered heart, to try to understand with my shattered mind.