A ghost in my what-ifs, a sword without edge, a friend turned grey
Crying, aching, on my knees. This piece hurt me to read and I can’t imagine how much it hurt you to write. I’m sending so much love to you, I hope this will all ease soon for you. Such a strong angel you are 🫶🏼
Crying, aching, on my knees. This piece hurt me to read and I can’t imagine how much it hurt you to write. I’m sending so much love to you, I hope this will all ease soon for you. Such a strong angel you are 🫶🏼