The thought of work hurts my mind.
wish I could stay cooped up inside. Wait out this pain,
Like a Train.
Who's rails would bring us close.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
The thought of work hurts my mind.
wish I could stay cooped up inside. Wait out this pain,
Like a Train.
Who's rails would bring us close.
So far, yet so close. So true yet so distant.
