A Confession

...or two.

By Ryan Sam FongPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Bartosz Kwitkowski on Unsplash

Her sapphire eyes

left much to be desired...

Were I brave enough

heartbreak

About the Creator

Ryan Sam Fong

I like to create, and when my motivation and attention meet, cool things can sometimes happen. Its not perfect, its pretty messy and sometimes won't make sense, but as long as its out there maybe I won't lose or forget it.

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