Post #5687

LOVE &CARE Called him, Asked him When getting back, Darkness covered him, Overall, drained him. My anxiety ended up increasing, When he cited not to wait for. Nothing left to speak When grief got its place. Blowing my top, Hitting the roof Saying myself Things are good. In a nutshell, Fess up, there are some mess-up. Without any idea, I indulge in suspicion, Silence got loud Loud got pain. Called him, Asked him When getting back Got the answer the same, Explain not to wait for Green wound held up I got back home. Aliya Nahid #review