glass rock, by eldoncole Subscribe to rss feed for eldoncole

my definite cries for help fall on deaf ears as the would be
helpers look me in the eyes and smile. unsure if another
step is possible my heart  made brittle by bitterness now
slowly turns hard and dark soon I know my heart will lack
the beats to care for your well being and surely take your
happiness from you.
Posted: 2017-12-28 09:45:47 UTC

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