This is a new account by the way, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. We’re just strangers on the internet and you’ve never met me irl.
Let’s act accordingly
I didn’t want to drop the touch and let my house down ( or maybe myself). By the time I got to the finish line the cloth don dey gum my skin… The rest story is my scar✨
Touch bearer for my house during a teenage camp, the touch was wrapped with clothe for the fire, the hot cloth dropped on my arm and was burning but I’ve to drop the touch to shake it off