Apa leaves and then Ewa picks me up, taking me towards the park. I don't struggle until we get there, wanting to be put down and run to a golden retriever chasing a Frisbee.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd be astonished at the intimate stories, hidden struggles, and heartfelt dreams that people are willing to reveal if only they find someone who'll truly listen. — Arcticus