NO TASTE. NO HUNGER. NO IDEA. BLANKETED BY A DARK VOID. I CAN’T EVEN FEEL MYSELF BREATH. NOT EVEN SURE WHY I WRITE HERE ANYMORE….
NO TASTE. NO HUNGER. NO IDEA. BLANKETED BY A DARK VOID. I CAN’T EVEN FEEL MYSELF BREATH. NOT EVEN SURE WHY I WRITE HERE ANYMORE….