You beg me where i been
And ask me if i can come when
You are truly ready
To go around the end
You still gargle the spit that is preached you
Here building up your arms, thinking they could protect What isnt wrapped up in your blankets unwashed
About the Creator
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
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