It gathers me more and more. I no longer fit in this skin. I feel like it starts to crack my knees and elbows. To try to breathe deeper? I can't … I gather me! To try to support… And to move on? I can't … I feel I have no more air… It's not mine! … But how can I change it?!
To. Aaahhh and I die of laziness! Does anyone else want coffee at this time? (03:49 am)
Play: Ronan Hardiman – Cry Of The Celts.mp3
