We are born so little, delicate and sweet, Only to grow up, struggling to stay neat. While swimming the uncanny…
Sometimes I ask myself, how long do I keep pretending, So that these scars finally stop existing. I divert my…
We are born so little, delicate and sweet, Only to grow up, struggling to stay neat. While swimming the uncanny…
Sometimes I ask myself, how long do I keep pretending, So that these scars finally stop existing. I divert my…