Jun 2018
My insides are splitting me apart
like shards of glass in my heart.
How can I still paint you in a shining light?
When your wrongs can never be made right.
like shards of glass in my heart.
How can I still paint you in a shining light?
When your wrongs can never be made right.
(F/Livonia, Michigan)
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