The Day It Becomes Too Much
I dread this day, The day that it all just becomes too much. How much? You may ask Don't ask, it's embarrassing. So embarrassing that my own mother would disown me. Who, me? Yes,..…
I dread this day, The day that it all just becomes too much. How much? You may ask Don't ask, it's embarrassing. So embarrassing that my own mother would disown me. Who, me? Yes,..…