Last night you asked
What I was doing.
I didn't lie,
But I didn't tell the
whole truth.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Last night you asked
What I was doing.
I didn't lie,
But I didn't tell the
whole truth.
You aked what I was doing. I said I was drawing butterflies. It was more like carving them into my leg
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