kuruz Posted March 9, 2019 Report Posted March 9, 2019 And I cry, to the alleyway Confess all to the rain But I lie, lie straight to the mirror The one I've broken, to match my face The trash fire is warm But nowhere safe from the storm And I can't bear to see What I've let me be So wicked and worn >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 1 1
obsessed by cruelty Posted March 9, 2019 Report Posted March 9, 2019 (edited) taman da te pitam sta radis u ranijw jutarnje sate kad ono podne alkohol je zlo Edited March 9, 2019 by obsessed by cruelty 1
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