I don’t really like the smell of bleach, it brings up hurtful things
Painful memories etched in my brain I wish it was just a dream
Or a nightmare I should say..
how could things go so left ? I wish I could ask you today
Her whole wardrobe was bleached , heels broken, and torn apart
I guess you thought you’d kill her confidence, but you had already killed her heart..
She was never materialistic so she could care less about the clothes.. I think you closed our door so we wouldn’t suffer from the toxic fumes that arose