I’m a boy tired of the world’s customs and traditions. My words give voice to feelings you hid from fear of judgment. Here I’ll say what you can’t, free from that fear. I came to break stale customs and stop us acting foolishly.
Nothing here yet.
I’m a boy tired of the world’s customs and traditions. My words give voice to feelings you hid from fear of judgment. Here I’ll say what you can’t, free from that fear. I came to break stale customs and stop us acting foolishly.
Nothing here yet.