The ones on my arms from Catching corners and cat claws, They’ve faded and blended and I I do not remember the stories behind them. I look at your letters some days and hope for the same mercy there
A new point of view
The ones on my arms from Catching corners and cat claws, They’ve faded and blended and I I do not remember the stories behind them. I look at your letters some days and hope for the same mercy there