I have a confession to make. I'm here and the leaves are falling and i'm alive and I can smell my skin and I can see the light through the glass and I can feel the stuff in my body. And what about you...
I have a confession to make. I'm here and the leaves are falling and i'm alive and I can smell my skin and I can see the light through the glass and I can feel the stuff in my body. And what about you...