an unseen hand drags me
down when I think of you
and everything I regret.
it's an extension of my depression,
This god damned descensum
: down
like a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those... More
an unseen hand drags me
down when I think of you
and everything I regret.
it's an extension of my depression,
This god damned descensum
: down