We have a relation with your childhood, you have been harming me everywhere by reaching before my luck, now spare me Dear Trouble, You keep falling out of my feminine pockets that have little room for you So I carry you in my breath, in my fists and in my reflection. My shoulders are too worn out to carry on. #letters #postman #postcard #deartrouble #yqpostman #postmandiaries #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Postman
