... but im here writing the words that shoudn't be wroten, just cant imagine any scenario where im not flooting in the middl3 of nowhere without my eyes, legs and arms (fallen or cut apart) things there may just feel right.
I just cannot imagine smth more relaxing and plessant. Anyways im here sitting on a red cheair, my back hurts btw i guess i should have taked the nds on a much confurtable way.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a drug addict
PoetryI yea don't ready shit for the broken kids that are just as exhausted as me.
