your mom stopped paying for your phone.
now i can't here your voice anymore.
i can't call hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'd pick up one more time.
YOU ARE READING
float
Random[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
phone
your mom stopped paying for your phone.
now i can't here your voice anymore.
i can't call hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'd pick up one more time.