i walk around the room.
there are mirrors everywhere,
and i'm surrounded by myself.
again.
why aren't there doors?
i ask.
beca
CZYTASZ
orange poetry
Akcjadear diary, i'm so in love, it's painful. just kidding. i haven't touched another human in years!
no more doors
i walk around the room.
there are mirrors everywhere,
and i'm surrounded by myself.
again.
why aren't there doors?
i ask.
beca
