Jul 19, 2021

Free. My own choice.

And if we could live for five hundred years

But spend every day hiding in these same rooms;

What would it mean to be alive?

Sometimes I think I could just kiss the Angel

And let the darkness take me.

Free. My own choice. 

Here, take my mask, take my gloves.

See me smile before I touch my eyes.




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