On Mondays, sometimes I turn into a riotous fury with caffeine addiction. On Tuesdays, sometimes, mentally I pick unhealed wounds with long digging. On Wednesdays, periodically, I seek harmony and dissolve in soft bed feather-beds. It seems to me that I still do not dare to open the door.
On Mondays, sometimes I turn into a riotous fury with caffeine addiction. On Tuesdays, sometimes, mentally I pick unhealed wounds with long digging. On Wednesdays, periodically, I seek harmony and dissolve in soft bed feather-beds.
It seems to me that I still do not dare to open the door.