Death gets a bad rep, but why? and how do you mourn something irreplacable?
Veslemøy's Song
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. No wonder we are depressed.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine. No wonder we are depressed.
Death gets a bad rep, but why? and how do you mourn something irreplacable?
