There is something personal about your death,with every passing post I read on you,I realize,we have…

Maybe we will meet, maybe in this lifetime, maybe when that happens, we have recovered from…

All you want is sex, touch me the wrong way, promise me the false ways, hold…

Will you, will you save me, when it is dark outside? More so, when it is…

Who the hell have I even become, not taking decisions on my own and needing people…