July
it always ends in july, right?
the very last pop of a firework
the smile on my face
or my best friend’s life
it always gets heavier in July, right?
my abusers birthday
my grandpas death
my best...
the very last pop of a firework
the smile on my face
or my best friend’s life
it always gets heavier in July, right?
my abusers birthday
my grandpas death
my best...