Something buried deep inside me.
Something that I want to forget.
Are those things real or my imagination just keep drawing?
Am I ever going to overcome this fear?
Or it will consume once again...
Wish everything were simpler, like drawing a flower.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
Something buried deep inside me.
Something that I want to forget.
Are those things real or my imagination just keep drawing?
Am I ever going to overcome this fear?
Or it will consume once again...
Wish everything were simpler, like drawing a flower.
