I still cry on waking. I’m not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It’s like breathing – something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
I still cry on waking. I’m not sure why. I feel nothing.
I still cry on waking. I’m not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It’s like breathing – something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
