Poems from hallahherb

building a large spiky fence between me and that shriveled punk who calls herself "who I was three years ago"
you're not the same person that you used to be.  and you take comfort in the fact that no,  you're not the same person and  she felt things...
building a large spiky fence between me and that shriveled punk who calls herself "who I was three years ago"
you're not the same person that you used to be.  and you take comfort in the fact that no,  you're not the same person and  she felt things...