It is just December and my birthday doesn’t come until at least a quarter of a year later, but when prompted by Sanch, it set me thinking about my next birthday.
Dear Too Scared To Live Me, Need I ask how you are? You feel so much pain, you want to quit. Trust me I can see you, feel you, perhaps more than you do now. Even when tears blind you, you will say you are doing well and flash me your brilliant smile. You see … Read more