"I don't know why I fight for you this way!" I stared directly into the soul of the man who was stripping me of the last shreds of humanity I had left.
"I don't know either," he said.
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Us
PoetryThis is a story that holds more truth than fiction, written in verse and short stories.
Why?
"I don't know why I fight for you this way!" I stared directly into the soul of the man who was stripping me of the last shreds of humanity I had left.
"I don't know either," he said.