Cup Of Coffee & A Side Of CynicismÂ
We don’t wake up to coffee & breakfast anymore. We don’t fall asleep to peaceful nights & cool summer breezes. We are enveloped in a blanket of hatred, choking the soul so we can’t breathe &
We don’t wake up to coffee & breakfast anymore. We don’t fall asleep to peaceful nights & cool summer breezes. We are enveloped in a blanket of hatred, choking the soul so we can’t breathe &