Oct 19
What does it matter who I am...
or what I was, told by who I am...
by someone I never was.
I don’t know why it is so,
that I once... even when it wasn’t allowed, knew it anyway. Now
or what I was, told by who I am...
by someone I never was.
I don’t know why it is so,
that I once... even when it wasn’t allowed, knew it anyway. Now
