You sit in the car to begin a conversation of your thoughts but aloud, shit clicks. you think now it makes sense// you reach for the phone to begin the whirlwind of length, you start to read it over, you get your head back you're sober// now your more focused than ever..... breathe
there's a reason your not together
- Author: baby3 ( Offline)
- Published: August 4th, 2016 23:11
- Category: Unclassified
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