23 December 2012
Holding in my breath
With everything I have,
Until it comes across
As if I am mad,
My face turning red;
I am just biding my way
Until the hour comes
That you know what you denied.
My freedom to be human.
Deteriorating. • Opuss № I
23 December 2012
Holding in my breath
With everything I have,
Until it comes across
As if I am mad,
My face turning red;
I am just biding my way
Until the hour comes
That you know what you denied.
My freedom to be human.
Deteriorating. • Opuss № I