May 2017
OUR SOULS ARE MOLDED DEEPLY IN OUR IMPERFECTION;
NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE...
Can't grasp perfection
It's like grabbing air
By: Leory Santana Dawn
To be continued
NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE...
Can't grasp perfection
It's like grabbing air
By: Leory Santana Dawn
To be continued
