I'm keeping mum about it. Pardon me if occasionally I feel like we're all living a lie. There's no point voicing out my opinions, useless. Because the dormant part of you is always you. Word.
Staring at the blank page before you.
From Seattle, with love.
I'm keeping mum about it. Pardon me if occasionally I feel like we're all living a lie. There's no point voicing out my opinions, useless. Because the dormant part of you is always you. Word.
Posted by Iris.P! at 2:57 AM
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