As my memory rests, I never forget what I lost. Twenty years and gone and past, I'm growing older by the ticking minutes. I'm scared. Shermain and I were having dinner at Soup Spoon. All of a sudden I paused. Every little thing flashed through my mind and it scares me. Nobody will understand I guess. Not even when I tried explaining to Shermain.
Happy Birthday to Me.
Rhetorical leads to screamings, 12:58 AM
A Pseudodependency.
It started with a heart and ended with a heartbreak. Just tell me you're not staying.
