Why don’t you be the one to die, this time. Here, I built a cross of wood and nails. My life is a paradox of circles and lines, your turn. Sprawl, feel the weight your words entail.
Consequence
Why don’t you be the one to die, this time. Here, I built a cross of wood and nails. My life is a paradox of circles and lines, your turn. Sprawl, feel the weight your words entail.