Those lines etched in your hands,
Their hardend and rough, like a road map of sorrow.
There is a sadness on your face.
You're like a motherless child, who's longing for comfort.
What's running through your veins, that's causing you such pain?
This song... ljksdhgdfkjg
I'm getting extremely sick of my face being all over my stream. No models. No locations. wahh. :( Today has been hard.
p.s. my photostream has reached 50,000 views. exciting stuff.