As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
writer
The world is out of control.
You don’t have to be literate
to read the room.
Some days are gray days.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.
As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
The world is out of control.
You don’t have to be literate
to read the room.
Some days are gray days.
Behind every mask
hides a hurting face.