Suspicion growing. A feeling I cannot control. Communication, communication low. The invasion is necessary, the dangers are secondary. . This was never meant to be.
Images still in my head of you dead. I wish I could take them away instead. I sit in my room alone and cry over my loss. Will anything ever be the same?.
Images still in my head of you dead. I wish I could take them away instead. I sit in my room alone and cry over my loss. Will anything ever be the same?.