Hello, Goodbye
Every time I turn around, I see me in the mirror, doing something for someone else. The mirror never shows anyone doing anything for me.
It all boils down to emotion souring into something else, something that tastes like hatred, bitter and bile.
"This situation is not equal."
It all boils down to emotion souring into something else, something that tastes like hatred, bitter and bile.
"This situation is not equal."