Quote (leon123123 @ 3 Jun 2017 22:00)
the time is running like sand through my fingers. THe last grain of sand is just waiting to get floaten away from my tears. Life is a wierd thing, when for some reasons your ownself is falling appart like an old flower.
I am loosing myself. Mabye this crisis just might be a small frame of time, but i feel how my words are fading away and i cant express, more and more, who i am or atleast who i was..
dude, are you a writer, it is so deep i dont even
This post was edited by Ghostmasterq on Jun 3 2017 03:19pm