If wishes were held on the skin and swiped by raindrops, then emotions were freeloading off the cells that made up their space. The only offering these cells ever entertained was truth, painful and raw.
Related Authors: Amy Guth | Three Fallen Women
Related Topics: raindrops, truth, wishes
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