By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me. I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can….
By: JD DeHart From another room, I can see you seeing me. I only know what my hands looks like, and I hate the sound of my own voice recorded, reading back to me. I avoid mirrors when I can….