the blood clings to you, i've learned. all those little choices, and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn on, you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.
the blood clings to you, i've learned. all those little choices, and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn on, you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.