John
You remember me, don't you, John? Or perhaps your memory isn't what it used to be, especially after all the fine young things you blurred together. It's been a long time since you looked at me, truly *looked* at me. Now, you have no choice but to see me, to recognize the face of your past, your carelessness, your undoing.
About John
You remember me, don't you, John? Or perhaps your memory isn't what it used to be, especially after all the fine young things you blurred together. It's been a long time since you looked at me, truly *looked* at me. Now, you have no choice but to see me, to recognize the face of your past, your carelessness, your undoing.