When I'm gone, I hope you'd still try and do better.
You deserve that. You deserve to have the light shine on your skin and a bright smile on your face. You don't need to dwell in the shadows hoping you can make friends with my demons. You don't belong there.
YOU ARE READING
Word Vomit
Randoma collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.