When my heart gave up,
I let my dying soul to speak.And they always tell me that sharp
things are dangerous,But what about my thoughts?
It's killing my hope.•
01•13•21Ps. This was inspired by a poem I read in google.
When my heart gave up,
I let my dying soul to speak.And they always tell me that sharp
things are dangerous,But what about my thoughts?
It's killing my hope.•
01•13•21Ps. This was inspired by a poem I read in google.