i'm fleeing from the stress in this present.
it's suffocating.
please give me something to relief quickly.
a little happy.
if pain is supposed to make me stronger.
even so i don't want it to happen.
i'm falling to my low.
we're colliding.
we're touching.
and so we're seperating.
what's so bad in that.
just say goodbye properly.
you coward.
you clown.
- Author: Minki ( Offline)
- Published: January 23rd, 2023 18:27
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 3
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