Everything isn’t well.
It’s like you stepping on broken glasses. Shards, flakes, glasses. Whatever it is, still, hurting.
Your feet bleed in freezing. Are you gonna try to move it?
Nah, that’s a bad idea.
I’m sad. Just sad.
It’s feels like drowning in desert. I can’t breathe. I can’t even open my eyes. Irritated.
Am I going to die?
Which one is better?
I can’t write properly, I can’t breathe normally. My grammar, nope, my entire life’s sucks.
I wish I still have a (small) piece love in my pocket. (My love isn’t as big as them,tbh)
Oops! Maybe it’s just left on another pocket.
Warm regards,
M
