The echoes wail, inside my head, crippling me,
"It was never too late!"
As hatred surges through me like a wildfire,
Charring the armour I spent curating,
My whole ********* life
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 4:29 AM UTC
The echoes wail, inside my head, crippling me,
"It was never too late!"
As hatred surges through me like a wildfire,
Charring the armour I spent curating,
My whole ********* life
