I’d promised myself I wouldn’t ship real, living people anymore.
I failed so hard, father. . . .
No regrets. Let me romanticize EVERYTHING.
Dedicated to the George of my Max🩵

I’d promised myself I wouldn’t ship real, living people anymore.
I failed so hard, father. . . .
No regrets. Let me romanticize EVERYTHING.
Dedicated to the George of my Max🩵