Ever since I woke up from Corey's my left tonsil has been hurting. Sometimes it does..sometimes it doesn't. When I swallow. Nothing was shoved down my throat. I don't understand. It feels like a picker...or a cut? No..not a cut..it doesn't hurt 24-7.
As my eyes begin to blur, reality sets and starts the fear. For do dreams come true, or do I die alone? Waiting, like the petals of a wilting flower fall off Until there is none and the once beautiful flowers dies naked With no one to clothe it. Will I hold you in the grave, or will the grave hold me?