i slowly half walk half crawl to the bed unable to steady myself on my shaky legs and call face first onto it
i slowly half walk half crawl to the bed unable to steady myself on my shaky legs and call face first onto it
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about that which matters.
I roll you on to your back... "Am I going to have to tie you to the bed, Amber?"
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