It feels as if there is a hollowed out place in my ribcage full of dead and rotting things. Fleeting memories, lost love, and something resembling empathy have long since crumbled and lay scattered in...
It feels as if there is a hollowed out place in my ribcage full of dead and rotting things. Fleeting memories, lost love, and something resembling empathy have long since crumbled and lay scattered in...