Hands to the heart
I used to have those floats in shapes of a swan, crocodile or hippo which need to be air-inflated. It's a fun-big thing that never fail to put a smile on my face. Especially whenever I get to ride on it. However, there was big problem. Once a hole is punctuated on its surface, no matter how you patch it up, it's unable to retain air as perfect as before.
To be honest, I can't help feeling useless. My friends are sad yet nothing I am doing seemed to yield results. To simply hack-care and leave things be only result in drastic measures like having my heart's better off taken out and thrown into the cliffs of Grand Canyon to the vultures. Yes, you can go on blabbering, raise 1,001 reasons and rattling on "nobody needs your comfort, listening ear", "Why do you care", "Your shoulders are too small to cry on", "Why impose yourself on others who didn't request".
Truth is, any reasonable man would have feel likewise, or have we became unbearably unfeeling?
Truth is, any reasonable man would have feel likewise, or have we became unbearably unfeeling?
