Holding your hands over your eyes does not mean that other people cannot see you.
It’s not as easy as willing it all to be right.
You gotta be more than hoping it’s right.
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map