majdart: “ It’s hard letting goI’m finally at peace, but it feels wrongSlow I’m getting upMy hands and feet are weaker than beforeAnd you are folded on the bedWhere I rest my headThere’s nothing I can seeDarkness becomes meBut I’m already
majdart: “ It’s hard letting goI’m finally at peace, but it feels wrongSlow I’m getting upMy hands and feet are weaker than beforeAnd you are folded on the bedWhere I rest my headThere’s nothing I can seeDarkness becomes meBut I’m already
