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About the abandoned bed, about myself, some are exhausted and also getting rusty. Living in a small the compartment that breathes in camphor, giving of dreadful memories, additionally, the old pillows and bolsters segregated with stories and sobs like being slam by the white rose thorns that are alienated by their establishment.
"When can I munch a rose without tears?" As if talking to an all-knowing fence. Looks like it is. I have never felt remorseful to admit that my body is like snow seeping into the bone marrow transplant, like a grove of embarrassed princesses, like a nest of twilight pampering her child on my shoulder. Stop by staying at home alone just to unwind.
I deliberately put my bedroom in a junction between the bathroom and an old painting so that life and death do not quarrel with each other. Until the end of the road becomes a lively debate and decision. Face to face through clear glass "See I'm not crying anymore because I can inhale and exhale silently" I hope my room does not forget that I was ever a bother and smuggled old grandpa-style jokes, I died merrily.
About the abandoned bed, about myself, some are exhausted and also getting rusty. Living in a small the compartment that breathes in camphor, giving of dreadful memories, additionally, the old pillows and bolsters segregated with stories and sobs like being slam by the white rose thorns that are alienated by their establishment.
"When can I munch a rose without tears?" As if talking to an all-knowing fence. Looks like it is. I have never felt remorseful to admit that my body is like snow seeping into the bone marrow transplant, like a grove of embarrassed princesses, like a nest of twilight pampering her child on my shoulder. Stop by staying at home alone just to unwind.
I deliberately put my bedroom in a junction between the bathroom and an old painting so that life and death do not quarrel with each other. Until the end of the road becomes a lively debate and decision. Face to face through clear glass "See I'm not crying anymore because I can inhale and exhale silently" I hope my room does not forget that I was ever a bother and smuggled old grandpa-style jokes, I died merrily.