I hoped, but there was nothing, but emptiness. A passionate man turned emotionless, and I was hugging a dead thing praying for warmth.
Writing is my therapy. Here lies my innards.
Writing is my therapy. Here lies my innards.
I hoped, but there was nothing, but emptiness. A passionate man turned emotionless, and I was hugging a dead thing praying for warmth.
Cinder-Bay 