I drank and I slept and then I drank and slept some more.
I did it again and again.
I drank and I slept.
I mourned not the loss, but that I was broken.
Unfixable.
To sleep is to escape.
To escape is the chance to live again.
I drank and I slept and then I drank and slept some more.
I did it again and again.
I drank and I slept.
I mourned not the loss, but that I was broken.
Unfixable.
To sleep is to escape.
To escape is the chance to live again.
yeap I went through myself 10 years ago
Think on it….this is going to be an odd story
I feel broken too ….