Cancer Room Workshop Selection
I’m not ready yet. Really, God, all those times I said I wish I was dead? I didn’t mean it.
I’m not ready yet. Really, God, all those times I said I wish I was dead? I didn’t mean it.
As I reread that sentence, I realize it’s crap, too.
With a closer look/It seems/A kind legion of small shadows
Stand still and watch the dance swirl around you like a drunken galaxy.