I finally stole my fingers back from your hand, the same old cold but I'm without a map
I let the ocean wash me, not swallow me.
YOU ARE READING
Things I'll never say
Short Story" You took all my words when all I wanted to do was say them " - we write to kill. But, am I trying to kill you ?-
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I finally stole my fingers back from your hand, the same old cold but I'm without a map
I let the ocean wash me, not swallow me.
