The setting sun is an undefine-able experience
One half is beautiful
One half is looking into a mirror
Years from now, the sun will self destruct
Minutes from now, I will self destruct
Or atleast I'm begging my head to let me
I dont want to hurt you anymore...
I dont want to hurt myself anymore...
YOU ARE READING
•existence
Духовная литература//a series of life writings// some based on one person, some based on another, some on non existant people
