float ⚓ nineteen
I pity the homeless...
But it occurs to me that I am just like them.
Living off the money of the rich.
I pity them.
I pity me.
I hate us.
I cry myself to sleep tonight.
YOU ARE READING
s e r e n d i p i t y
Short Story❛❛here is the lonely hum in my brain where your name used to be. ❜❜
