this all leads up to "sorry" but my pride is too big to say it, and i don't even know what i'm sorry for, but i feel like it needs to be said. somethi..
They call meborderline saintly.these hands make do and mend;stitch hearts together in more ways thanone; these handsmold sheets into feelingsand feeli..
there is lipstickall over my hands-which smell of regret.admitting is the first stepto acceptanceis the first stepto healing.there is grace in the cra..