Dec 2017
I want to make,
Make the music I wanted to,
From the very time they told me,
"You'll never make it."
I lost it all.
Breathing hopelessness
Make the music I wanted to,
From the very time they told me,
"You'll never make it."
I lost it all.
Breathing hopelessness
(22/M/Idaho)
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