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 Offline)
  • Published: August 4th, 2016 23:11
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