I hate this present.
I hate how I have failed to show you depth and beauty and strength.
I gave you a torn reality that is fake and empty.
I am sorry.
I wish we could start over and find ourselves again.
Maybe we still can.
I hate this present.
I hate how I have failed to show you depth and beauty and strength.
I gave you a torn reality that is fake and empty.
I am sorry.
I wish we could start over and find ourselves again.
Maybe we still can.