immuned to the disaster of him...
Lost in his words.
Your eyes meet the dirt your as low as
ant....
Followed by whispers saying your
alright..Get up!
Getting up only to find out that you have no legs.... your only support is him.
You can't live without him or else your just layed to die beside the ant on
the dirt.
Trying to get up without him is like
watching a new born baby,
Strictly impossible.
How is this so he's the one who pushed you down and took your legs.