A pencil drawing...
HARD TO SAY
When you had thousand hundred of words swimming in the back of your mind but you found it hard to say it out loud. As if thorns were coiling around your throat; it hurt. Phantom tears found their way to the edge of your eyes. You sighed, and suffocated.
My weak point.. I feel it all the times...
HARD TO SAY
When you had thousand hundred of words swimming in the back of your mind but you found it hard to say it out loud. As if thorns were coiling around your throat; it hurt. Phantom tears found their way to the edge of your eyes. You sighed, and suffocated.
My weak point.. I feel it all the times...
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