you had a lot of words to say,
but when you attempted finding them- you were restricted. i wish i could have somehow helped retrieve them, but i never made the cut. too bad i can't take away the darkness and bitterness that pumps through your blood with every beat of your heart- but that's your fault. keeping secrets and everything inside have always been your forte, but will soon become your silent killer. the secrets out that you musn't be as strong as your front.