i carry my flaws around tight to my chest, clinging onto its life. i pretend they’re not there some days; some days i pretend i am clinging onto the art of life and beauty. it is not art of shit or th...
i carry my flaws around tight to my chest, clinging onto its life. i pretend they’re not there some days; some days i pretend i am clinging onto the art of life and beauty. it is not art of shit or th...