glass rock, by 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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