I hate the person who gave birth to me. I pray you forget about me and move on. Dealing with you makes me cringe, I do not want anything from you. I’d pass you as a stranger on the street and feel bliss!
I hate the person who gave birth to me. I pray you forget about me and move on. Dealing with you makes me cringe, I do not want anything from you. I’d pass you as a stranger on the street and feel bliss!