you’re supposed to be
innocent until
proven guilty,
but her eyes convict me;
and that stare tells me:
she’s already
made up
her mind.
A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.
Written by
you’re supposed to be
innocent until
proven guilty,
but her eyes convict me;
and that stare tells me:
she’s already
made up
her mind.
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