brittnowickiSep 11, 20151 min readCloud Nine Updated: Jan 9, 2019My palms were on fire from the rope burn I got trying to climb my way back to the clouds we use sit on, above all the sad lonely people we use to promise never to become.
My palms were on fire from the rope burn I got trying to climb my way back to the clouds we use sit on, above all the sad lonely people we use to promise never to become.