“...just like that wild-growin’ ivy you always see climbin’ up old broken-down fences, Cory’d gone and wound himself in and around my lonely life. And I liked that there ivy, ’cause it held me together, made me feel so much… — Mia Kerick Copy Share Image
I miss your arms that held me and made me feel safe...and your hand that I used to hold that stopped me from falling into deep darkness. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
