Life a story ahah that’s a fact well was a fact you see I’m 14 and can’t breathe? How you may ask?
Choking pain of hatred chokes me, the look of life scares me his fierce presence haunts me his dashing figure taunts me but worst of all a part of me still loves him, not a boyfriend not a friend not a cousin not a mate a manly figure is what he is, and he doesn’t.
