Believe it or not I retraced my steps and I carried on walking back to where we first met, the stories we shared strewn all over the ground. The stories we shared, I wish I'd never found.
But I glued them back together, hoping everything would be better, and we'd be back together. Everything would be fine.
These things are meant to happen. And the evidence not forgotten. Everything will be better, everything will be fine.
2 comments:
hmmm i can totally realate ....
me too
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