deansmom: Everyone’s around, no words are coming now. And I can’t find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound. And I know this isn’t enough, I still don’t measure up. And I’m not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it.

deansmom: Everyone’s around, no words are coming now. And I can’t find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound. And I know this isn’t enough, I still don’t measure up. And I’m not prepared, sorry is never there when you need it.

tags: Carry-on-my-wayward-blog,

from: https://they-grew-up-heroess.tumblr.com/post/121423172915