Skin
If my cuts could spell. I’d have more letters than the alphabet. And more words than any dictionary could hold. If my head wasn’t constantly jumbling words and slurring phases, maybe I could focus. Focus on the other me sitting …
If my cuts could spell. I’d have more letters than the alphabet. And more words than any dictionary could hold. If my head wasn’t constantly jumbling words and slurring phases, maybe I could focus. Focus on the other me sitting …