Now does our damnation blaze up from the oceans of asphalt.
Summer has come.
Now do our sheets drip with the sweat of our treacherous conscience.
Well, the forgetting is sad and funny. The remembering is weird! I wish the things I forgot came back to me on their own, even a year later.
Well, the forgetting is sad and funny. The remembering is weird! I wish the things I forgot came back to me on their own, even a year later.