draw by me
My confessions may appear unpleasant, yet they align with my destiny.
My lips are dried.
Just thinking of you.
I pay you all possible tribute.
Life manifested in strife.
I am out of breath.
Just thinking of you.
Despite the fact that my garden was destroyed by thunderstorms and I am struggling with myself, I am overcome with tears.
Just thinking of you.
My confessions may appear unpleasant, yet they align with my destiny.
My lips are dried.
Just thinking of you.
About the Creator
Mustafa The Pretty
Waiting is a sadness fading into madness
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