“Ubuntu (I am because we are); how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?”
how do you know when to let go?
It’s love that leaves that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy and healthy, strong and calm..
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