Dear Clarity,
I keep going into your hospital room to visit you, thinking that you're still there. I keep thinking that you are laying down on that uncomfortable bed waiting for me. But you're never there.
Love,
Brooklyn
Dear Clarity,
I keep going into your hospital room to visit you, thinking that you're still there. I keep thinking that you are laying down on that uncomfortable bed waiting for me. But you're never there.
Love,
Brooklyn