Sometimes, I just have to scream this at the sky. Usually while on my knees during a rainstorm.
There is never an answer.
There is no answer.
It was the devil’s work.
Published by M.A. Brotherton
Sometimes, I just have to scream this at the sky. Usually while on my knees during a rainstorm.
There is never an answer.
There is no answer.
It was the devil’s work.
