“If I die tomorrow, tell them it was homesickness. It is
a twenty-three-year-old wound that never stopped
bleeding; a sickness for which there was no cure but
a land I could not reach.”
By Sonsnow
“If I die tomorrow, tell them it was homesickness. It is
a twenty-three-year-old wound that never stopped
bleeding; a sickness for which there was no cure but
a land I could not reach.”
By Sonsnow