Tucked away on a crumpled napkin
“I wish I could be more than a disappointment. I’m stuck in mediocrity and indifference powered by a dying battery. Even my prayers are lackluster”
What other notes will we find from loved ones after they die?
Tucked away on a crumpled napkin
“I wish I could be more than a disappointment. I’m stuck in mediocrity and indifference powered by a dying battery. Even my prayers are lackluster”
What other notes will we find from loved ones after they die?