I am a writer person, I am a reader person as well.
I called you an asylum,because insanitylived within,and you pushed mebetween your ribs
Asylum,reconstructed me,and put insanity to sleep.
When asked about the appearance of a particular girl during a road conversation, a man I had just met said: “Well, I’ve only seen her without makeup. So this wasn’t her full potential (of looking good)”
I don’t know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don’t care. I am me, and I don’t know who you are, but I love you.