Where all began Old memories The looking glass Who are you? Get out of here

Memories in Thorns

The red flesh room where the time is just a clock and the memories never die, even the bad ones. A place where the birds fall and rainbows are in grayscale. A question can be a choice... The boy who decided to live in the middle... If you want to know something about me, I'm going to tell you this:

Alex / 20 / Mx / Culinary arts student / Day dreamer / Music

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Nirvana - In Utero Tattoo

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