ONE LAST TOUCH
- July 24, 2018
- by
- admin_chubbylittlegirl
I touch the wall of the dilapidated building and the paint begins to peel off. The names of the best friends aren’t there anymore. I try to relive the days spent here. Running in the corridors as a kid, sitting on the parapet and gossiping with friends, looking at the boards sometimes with a blank...