Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Where is my son?
Did you lose him too?
My eye continues to itch into the night, but the more I resist the urge to scratch it, the stronger the urge becomes, making me hardened to the pains of existence as a result.
Joined on 1/18/19
Posted by Cyanylon - January 19th, 2019
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Where is my son?
Did you lose him too?