the pang of guilt
that i have done something
when i know i haven't
that slightest jerk makes me
human.
YOU ARE READING
after i gave up
Poetrysomebody out there is writing about you and you lo! are reading it without realising tragic.
chapter 28.
the pang of guilt
that i have done something
when i know i haven't
that slightest jerk makes me
human.
