The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longess of death.
When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say not for seventy or eighty years.
And I say, Maybe you, but me,
I'm already gone.
PM me if you ever need to talk, im always here to listen/try and help
Alright, well if you do want to talk feel free to pm me *big hugs*
The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longess of death.
When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say not for seventy or eighty years.
And I say, Maybe you, but me,
I'm already gone.
PM me if you ever need to talk, im always here to listen/try and help
The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longess of death.
When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say not for seventy or eighty years.
And I say, Maybe you, but me,
I'm already gone.
PM me if you ever need to talk, im always here to listen/try and help
*asks why you feel insecure and gives big cuddles*
The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longess of death.
When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say not for seventy or eighty years.
And I say, Maybe you, but me,
I'm already gone.
PM me if you ever need to talk, im always here to listen/try and help
*backs away to give you all the time and space you need*
*runs back for a quick hug and leaves again*
The shortness of life, I keep saying, makes everything seem pointless when I think about the longess of death.
When I look ahead, all I can see is my final demise. And they say not for seventy or eighty years.
And I say, Maybe you, but me,
I'm already gone.
PM me if you ever need to talk, im always here to listen/try and help