Autumn is coming to a close,
and winter is drawing near.
Life is as fragile as a rose,
and mine is withering, I fear.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Autumn is coming to a close,
and winter is drawing near.
Life is as fragile as a rose,
and mine is withering, I fear.
I just don't even know anymore. The pain is bad, but this feeling of hopelessness is worse.
