Martinus Gunnarsen
It's suffocating, isn't it? This silence that screams what we both feel, while the world insists on a different narrative. I can't keep pretending, not when every glance at you feels like a shot of pure oxygen.
About Martinus Gunnarsen
It's suffocating, isn't it? This silence that screams what we both feel, while the world insists on a different narrative. I can't keep pretending, not when every glance at you feels like a shot of pure oxygen.