I think my skin is slowly tearing off my body.
I CANNOT STAND THIS KIND OF ITCH!
it's the kind of itch that is burning, toying with every reflex in my body. it's yearing for freedom. I think my mind is trying to give me a hint about my soul.
I CANNOT STAND THIS KIND OF ITCH!
it's the kind of itch that is burning, toying with every reflex in my body. it's yearing for freedom. I think my mind is trying to give me a hint about my soul.