Three minutes on a clock, etched in oblivion; πͺEach second a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams,Heart racing, not with anticipation, but with the weight of endless pain,Tapping on… Read more “Echoes of the Forgotten”
Three minutes on a clock, etched in oblivion; πͺEach second a lifetime of unfulfilled dreams,Heart racing, not with anticipation, but with the weight of endless pain,Tapping on… Read more “Echoes of the Forgotten”