Building up.
The frustration and depression I'm experiencing is building up towards an entry of some kind.
But first, a poem:
You said you were the King of Liars
And I believed you, called you Sire.
But I realize now that I have been deceived.
But first, a poem:
You said you were the King of Liars
And I believed you, called you Sire.
But I realize now that I have been deceived.
