I read your texts.
You must have put a lot of effort into them.
All you can see is the word delivered.
You know I will not respond.
I know I will not respond.
Words flow in and out of my head. I really have no idea what I should say.
I am tied with a chain of possibilities, words, one wrong pick at the lock and I could've done or said something wrong.
I'm sorry.
I'm going to read your text and delete it.
You're great.
I'm not feeling so great.
Fear choruses within my lungs. I will not respond.
Hopefully, you'll understand.
