by The Queen Feb 24, 2013
category :
Life, society /
meaning of life
[Twenty twelve at two o'clock in the morning] |
by Britt
"my last batch of faith |
by Saerelune
Can't imagine you wrote this in such a rush, because it's actually a really nice poem. It speaks of depression if you ask me, being stuck in routine, apathy, and living but not being alive. Sometimes it seems like you're residing inside my mind. =p |