Jan 2018
its twelve past 11,
twelve minutes
feels like
four ******* years
as i lay
motionless
in my bed,
thinking about
how i could had
prevented all of this
madness
from happening.
twelve minutes
feels like
four ******* years
as i lay
motionless
in my bed,
thinking about
how i could had
prevented all of this
madness
from happening.
clocks tick slowly
