Slow Burn
I used to think that anger was my friend. She kept me warm and safe, at least for a while. But anger needs fuel to keep burning And once I couldn’t provide it, She started using me as kindling. – Christina Marando
03/22: Open
I used to think that anger was my friend. She kept me warm and safe, at least for a while. But anger needs fuel to keep burning And once I couldn’t provide it, She started using me as kindling. – Christina Marando