sometimes when i’m bored i go online and i read your words.
or maybe it’s because that’s one of the only last things that connect me to you.
part of me hopes that your writing might have gotten worse.
YOU ARE READING
obruent
Short Story"i've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it." this is the story of how they fell apart. [other #758 // short story #520]
