The final stage is in range.
tears
Don’t believe me when I say
that boys don’t cry. They do.
Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
I am starting to find some peace of mind.
The final stage is in range.
Don’t believe me when I say
that boys don’t cry. They do.
Piece by piece,
I have put myself
together: a mosaic
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
I am starting to find some peace of mind.
