I Am similar
Written by Justin Eulalio
How was your trip?
I'm texting the hope that you'll never forget...
Maybe this linger of "Are you okay?" really means that I do love you.
Regardless, I love you.
I force the abrupt, and can make you familiar with the blue bed sheet that I've embodied before.
Do you have the will?
I dare not ask myself.
Last question turned me inside out and the tar build-up dampened the walls of the room.
I have a half lung.
I saved it for you. The future you.
U + Me
Me + U
I can make you hate tar.
I am similar.
Contact Justin by email at firstname.lastname@example.org.