HUM MDA AL Alice Cholid Halfway Soft hands, glistening fingertips Rough pointers, a distant croak heard Touch softly on the ever-changing It’ll all be gone, long dead
TCH CH Chiya I Didn’t Burn Bridges — I Just Stopped Building Them Alone Have you ever felt like you’re the only one who’s trying? Like you’re building a bridge all by yourself, spanning a gap that never seems…
