my presence is trivial
my soul is in anguish
my veins crave the connection of a human
touch
yet here i stay, with a
packed bag under my bed
ready to run to the
next identity i will
adopt
(this story is written roughly - sorry)
my presence is trivial
my soul is in anguish
my veins crave the connection of a human
touch
yet here i stay, with a
packed bag under my bed
ready to run to the
next identity i will
adopt
(this story is written roughly - sorry)