• write77 23w


    💦 😌 ☁️

    Over and over, again & again may sound the same, doing it this way, or that, inflicting the same pain don’t make it go away, nor easy to choose it, but one thing I know the heart is always like a sponge for the dying happiness from me to you, is it meant to hurt, so you ask to say, so badly I replied, they don’t; the wetness, is just the dry tears, so emotionless, I can’t tell, if am laughing or guilty of not caring for you! Dry tears is all I feel.