Thread:Alexcar3000/@comment-35000429-20181016023908/@comment-27123436-20181016203225

I want kindness, but no matter how much I squish my heart, nothing comes out of it. My Love is running out dry, and there's no one to replenish it, and with a hole on it, and no knowledge on my part to sew it. It would be asking too much for someone, someone like how I was before, and someone who certainly doesn't exist.