…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.
Category: when it’s over
between my ears
It’s all gone to hell.
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.
It’s all gone to hell.
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
