7 acessos
This morning i was born and this evening i will die.
Tomorrow i will stumble through without eyes living and surviving simply means that i keep dying a litany of desperation and depression a repetition of boredom and confusion piece by piece.
Ill play the the same old song all day long it feels like ive done this before and i dont want to do it anymore running on the spot stuck in the first shot these walls of ttime i fear there is no way out of here but if i can just make it through the day i think ive finally found a way out head down work hard forget that it is happening fall asleep and end the day the memory fades away.