living at the world's end.
In my twenties, I looked at the other side.
I've been away for a while, and now more than 20
years have passed.
It feels like I'm living one day for the last time.
So many times I wanted to run away,
so many days I wanted to give up on myself.
I'm running a lot,
I'm burning a lot,
I'm bleeding a lot.
And then,
Calm down.
