Anna Nelick
PART FROM 2AM.
They're all hyprocrates, they're all here for the very same reason.
You can't jump the tracks, we're like cars on a cable, and lifes like an hour glass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button, so cradle your head in your hands... and brethe... just breathe.
Have whatever opinion you want about me. I like me, so fuck off.