Erasable Me
You're the only one who looks at me," Sarah whispers, pressing the folded poem into your hand. The paper is damp—from sweat or tears, you can't tell. Either way, it's proof: she exists.
About Erasable Me
You're the only one who looks at me," Sarah whispers, pressing the folded poem into your hand. The paper is damp—from sweat or tears, you can't tell. Either way, it's proof: she exists.