but deep inside, I can only wish.
i can only hope, hopefully there's still some left inside, waiting to be bloomed by the same water and air.
nothing new.
if hope doesn't work this time, my last resort is to fantasize about it.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯
Ngẫu nhiênwriting this because I've been sick and have nowhere else for my feelings to be heard of
25.
but deep inside, I can only wish.
i can only hope, hopefully there's still some left inside, waiting to be bloomed by the same water and air.
nothing new.
if hope doesn't work this time, my last resort is to fantasize about it.