1:49 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
I don't like the things you don't say,
Leaving it for such a long long time.
Why do you show me those sad eyes, each time you decide to pass by?
I write letters nobody will read, my head hurts from thinking too much, I want to be delicate and pure. Hide my flaws, hide sad eyes, hide the chaos nobody ever knows.
>Talk to me.