Conscience Makes us Cowards and Dying Makes us Brave
I . . . I . . . I . . . I . . . I just don’t know where I should start anymore I drip from the pen […]
I . . . I . . . I . . . I . . . I just don’t know where I should start anymore I drip from the pen […]
you can feel it the little pieces of yourself just sort of crumbling off and floating about as if you were dissolving into an ethereal cocktail of both sensation and […]