Oct 29, 20191 min readPOEM- Dark Side When being alive is no different to a state of making excuses to keep on breathing.Yet, for each gust of wind we breathe in cuts us through into two parts for every taking.-N-@catastrophe.me
When being alive is no different to a state of making excuses to keep on breathing.Yet, for each gust of wind we breathe in cuts us through into two parts for every taking.-N-@catastrophe.me