sometimes I think about the version of me that didn't make it out. the one still in that apartment with the broken heater. wonder what he'd say if he saw all this now. probably wouldn't believe it. or maybe he'd ask why I still can't sleep.
sometimes I think about the version of me that didn't make it out. the one still in that apartment with the broken heater. wonder what he'd say if he saw all this now. probably wouldn't believe it. or maybe he'd ask why I still can't sleep.