Memories began flooding in my head. I bend down as I clutch my head and cry in guilt.
How could I have done that? Why did I even do that? I tried to push away the thoughts, but nothing had happened. They still remained in my head.
YOU ARE READING
Life Of Reality
PoetryPoems. From young to old. Happy to unhappy. Friends to family. Poetry to many lines of words. Only one author to write it all. ×××× Ranks: #27 in meaning
