(refer to poem #13)
did you really just stop?
and now i'm left hanging, wishing those little things would come back.
i miss you. i'm an idiot.
when you still have this tiny, tiny bit of hope inside of you that they will learn how to love you again, eve... Altro
(refer to poem #13)
did you really just stop?
and now i'm left hanging, wishing those little things would come back.
i miss you. i'm an idiot.