It is the knowing that hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul. It is my gift, my curse. This knowing before, a word or thought, is formed and delivered. It is the knowing the hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul.
It is the knowing that hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul. It is my gift, my curse. This knowing before, a word or thought, is formed and delivered. It is the knowing the hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul.