Sleep, is just an illusion now. This is a collection of rhymes written in the ungodly hours of night, raw, sheer emotion. An outlet to pain and grief. This one, is dedicated to the insomniacs.
Sleep, is just an illusion now. This is a collection of rhymes written in the ungodly hours of night, raw, sheer emotion. An outlet to pain and grief. This one, is dedicated to the insomniacs.