Nothing can describe this feeling.. .

She is sick and tired of all your excuses.

A story of a person who shuts the world away with their walls, which has crumbled upon them, leaving behind a graveyard in their heart.. .

This one goes out to the one I love…

An irrational buldozer of rushing thoughts, in a poetical expression.

We fear growing older because of the pains and aches and praying we could just go on breathing one more day:

I could barely fight back.

I do not want your feeble excuses.

About a girl having to choose between desire and duty, like always.

I don’t think you could handle the God’s honest truth.