Closing the Door
You don't know how much it hurts inside to tell you "no," to tell you "I don't know if we will ever be friends," to tell you "I have no use for the scrapbook anymore." It hurts to turn you away and close the door on you.
e-Bomb, the fire cracker in a small package. e-Bomb, the philosopher. e-Bomb, the late bloomer staging her own life revolution. e-Bomb, the history watcher. e-Bomb, the lover. e-Bomb, the friend. Welcome to My World. Here's my story.
You don't know how much it hurts inside to tell you "no," to tell you "I don't know if we will ever be friends," to tell you "I have no use for the scrapbook anymore." It hurts to turn you away and close the door on you.
City Tree by Dan S, inspired by stiletto.love.
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