Wnq-Writers: I Kept It All Bottled Up. Then, What Should Have Been Tiny Drops Of Rain, Poured Out Like A River. They Were Inside Too Long. I Kept Them Hidden, So No One Would Know. And I Nearly Drowned Myself.
wnq-writers: Ive lost count of all the times I’ve wanted to let you go. Look up to the stars, they know. Chrissy Vistiaire
