At what moment do we stop fighting for what we want?
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎?
The veins of my city run empty.They’re now trains of creativity with vacant seats.Railways to…