"when you grow up, your heart dies."
- alison, the breakfast club
YOU ARE READING
4AM
Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
04:57
"when you grow up, your heart dies."
- alison, the breakfast club
