The kind you don’t talk about, or even acknowledge- at least you try not to. But it’s there. It’s always still there. I get sudden snips of it. But you don’t deserve to even fleetingly cross my mind.
The kind you don’t talk about, or even acknowledge- at least you try not to. But it’s there. It’s always still there. I get sudden snips of it. But you don’t deserve to even fleetingly cross my mind.
