I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
found
What goes up
must come down.
Broken, worn-down, damaged:
I went the other way.
One, two, three, four.
Wait…five, six, seven.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
What goes up
must come down.
Broken, worn-down, damaged:
I went the other way.
One, two, three, four.
Wait…five, six, seven.
