Everytime they talk and discuss about it, it really bothers me and scares the shit out of me. Maybe, that's really the effect of death. I'm scared, really. But then, who am I? Who am I to complain? Ugh. Death. Shivers. I want to cry.
Everytime they talk and discuss about it, it really bothers me and scares the shit out of me. Maybe, that's really the effect of death. I'm scared, really. But then, who am I? Who am I to complain? Ugh. Death. Shivers. I want to cry.