As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
write
You don’t have to be literate
to read the room.
Some days are gray days.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.
Look under the hood
before you ride.
As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
You don’t have to be literate
to read the room.
Some days are gray days.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.
Look under the hood
before you ride.