Sometimes I forget how easily I could have gone bad. How I could have just been the son she gave up on. Fortunately I am not. Or unfortunately.
Sometimes I forget how easily I could have gone bad. How I could have just been the son she gave up on. Fortunately I am not. Or unfortunately.
I am a twenty-something design and photography student with less time on his hands than this blog would lead you to believe.
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