Stories by a broken ego, from a being that fell apart and tried to make something out of nothing.
Τρίτη 17 Ιουλίου 2018
It's late and I'm not fine
If you ask them what they see in him they shall say: a hardworking man, a friend a foe.
When they ask me I can only smile through my tears and reply "Home".
Δεν υπάρχουν σχόλια:
Δημοσίευση σχολίου