Sep 2017
I can't go on.
I can't move forward.
I feel like I'm stuck
in a car without gas,
in a coffin made of stone and steel.
It's suffocating.
I need to get out.
But I can't.
For the memory of you still lives within.
I can't move forward.
I feel like I'm stuck
in a car without gas,
in a coffin made of stone and steel.
It's suffocating.
I need to get out.
But I can't.
For the memory of you still lives within.
(Gender Nonconforming/Philippines)
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