In this life I get to choose.
To be good or bad. to live or to shut myself down. to grow or to break myself apart. 177 more words
we’re both lost, loath each other, but we know what we had was special despite all the fuckery. so we reconnect for some nights like we were never distant, pretending. 25 more words
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, 1,336 more words