17h
Why is it?
Sometimes I think I’d be safer.
In a prison.
In solitary.
No food.
No water.
A dead IPAD.
And no key.
Than home.
Sometimes I think I’d be safer.
In a prison.
In solitary.
No food.
No water.
A dead IPAD.
And no key.
Than home.
NOTES - Questions abound.
