The rug from underneath me was pulled so quickly it left me with whiplash. Leaving me unbalanced and unable to stop my world from spinning out of control. So many questions racing through my bruised mind but no ability to say anything except "Don't leave me".
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
The rug from underneath me was pulled so quickly it left me with whiplash. Leaving me unbalanced and unable to stop my world from spinning out of control. So many questions racing through my bruised mind but no ability to say anything except "Don't leave me".
It was too late, you left before I even knew it was a thought in your mind.
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