Eighty
I am so tired. So tired that I feel like I’m floating, but floating in some heavy, poisonous liquid. Hanging, suspended in toxic waste that is slowly polluting my blood. It’s a shame on such a nice sunny day.
I am so tired. So tired that I feel like I’m floating, but floating in some heavy, poisonous liquid. Hanging, suspended in toxic waste that is slowly polluting my blood. It’s a shame on such a nice sunny day.