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.
