Art seals everything inside. Sometimes I felt I would burst.
"Have you seen her?" they would ask. "Would you still have her back?"
"Nah...not now." I would reply. " Its been too long."
Art seals everything inside. Sometimes I felt I would burst.
"Have you seen her?" they would ask. "Would you still have her back?"
"Nah...not now." I would reply. " Its been too long."