There’s a picture of you that used to be on my mirror.
It always fell off of my mirror about once or twice a month.
You were once my second mother.
Yet, I question if this was a sign of a second chance.
A reminder to not be how you were.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
There’s a picture of you that used to be on my mirror.
It always fell off of my mirror about once or twice a month.
You were once my second mother.
Yet, I question if this was a sign of a second chance.
A reminder to not be how you were.
