Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death
Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death
But there's always a first time for everything
I don't need anything to get high. I'm high on life.
One minute you could be getting a smoke in the alley on the Lower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular nightclub. And the next minute, you could be dead.
You have punished me long enough, you have punished yourself long enough. Return to me. I beg.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories