Jan 2021
I'm afraid of plucking away at old memories.
They bite. It hurts.
And the more I remember,
The more I'm consumed.
Don't forget,
Poison remains poison.
The antidote is up to you.
They bite. It hurts.
And the more I remember,
The more I'm consumed.
Don't forget,
Poison remains poison.
The antidote is up to you.
