I allowed the bruise to linger as a reminder.I don’t care if it was the wrong thing to do,it felt good, it felt justified. That dull ache chases away the seething angerand the encroaching depression,if only for a brief moment. My life is not your
I allowed the bruise to linger as a reminder.I don’t care if it was the wrong thing to do,it felt good, it felt justified. That dull ache chases away the seething angerand the encroaching depression,if only for a brief moment. My life is not your
