Screw these brain dead bastards who think they can categorize me, tell me who I fit in with and what kind of person I am. You let society fuck the originality right out of you, and now you're finding it hard to figure out who you were before you opened your legs to the benefits of approval.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.