With age and wisdom I’ve decided to be myself
. Judging you so that you wish they were blind. I wish this revelation for every tortured soul
. . The skin was soft, it felt a bit strange and I just held them in my palm, squeezing gently
With age and wisdom I’ve decided to be myself
. Judging you so that you wish they were blind. I wish this revelation for every tortured soul
. . The skin was soft, it felt a bit strange and I just held them in my palm, squeezing gently
With age and wisdom I’ve decided to be myself
. Judging you so that you wish they were blind. I wish this revelation for every tortured soul
. . The skin was soft, it felt a bit strange and I just held them in my palm, squeezing gently
Tricked Into Servitude