Why it can’t be done already?Why life turns into slow motion always when you want to jump forward? Drips of sweatDrops on my foreheadHeavy coat of silence is broken only by gentle waggle of my fan.You need no heat to get burnedYou need to just open mighty gates of your inner hell And I’ve opened them widelyAnd I’ve dived deep into my inner hellMy Inner hell that is scorching… Read moreDay 13