Jun 2015
My fault.*
All my fault.
Dear, god, it really was all my fault.
The realization--
The mere thought--
is eating me alive like a forest fire.
(d.d.b)
All my fault.
Dear, god, it really was all my fault.
The realization--
The mere thought--
is eating me alive like a forest fire.
(d.d.b)
