ix. GETTING DARK AGAIN.
but in the end,
none of this matters anyways.
breathing or not, i already
feel as if i have
died inside.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
ix. getting dark again.
ix. GETTING DARK AGAIN.
but in the end,
none of this matters anyways.
breathing or not, i already
feel as if i have
died inside.
