But when you poured you feelings and soul and simply all that you ever had into something, you wouldn't want to find out it went to nothing.
Not that I really know myself but I can somewhat imagine. Those fearless pretentious facade we exhibit can't shield your fragile character. The harbinger and precursor for doom-sorry but told you before-the truth hurts.
Ominous; life is a death trap that springs on you when you least expect it.
That said, I'm still here because God has taught me 1 thing:
If there's anything you're dying for, it better be to live.
Back to radio-fond (you know "life sucks" is inevitable) memories that once fluttered freedom
Don't cry