The oxygen crept up my throat, slowly suffocating me. As I sit there and wonder, do I really matter? Will I be mourned when I'm gone or will someone even notice?
Heh existing truly is a surreal experience.. I wonder what it would be like to live.
The oxygen crept up my throat, slowly suffocating me. As I sit there and wonder, do I really matter? Will I be mourned when I'm gone or will someone even notice?
Heh existing truly is a surreal experience.. I wonder what it would be like to live.