If I were to lay down here
So quietly that the silence became deafening
That the cold became freezing
The hunger became starving
The air became thin...
Would you just let me lay here until the end?
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
If I were to lay down here
So quietly that the silence became deafening
That the cold became freezing
The hunger became starving
The air became thin...
Would you just let me lay here until the end?
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