if the world is split up into good and bad.
where does that leave us?
(because you are so good and i am so bad).
YOU ARE READING
the coldness inside
Randomsometimes, when the night is cold, the moon is sad, and the wind sings its hollow tune, i think of you. a book of lonely thoughts.
twenty-two
if the world is split up into good and bad.
where does that leave us?
(because you are so good and i am so bad).
