Yesterday’s wedding night didn’t go well. I was a miserable boy, trying to be a man. Today I am a miserable man, dreaming to be a boy again.
Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.
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by Marcin Kozak
by Marcin Kozak
Yesterday’s wedding night didn’t go well. I was a miserable boy, trying to be a man. Today I am a miserable man, dreaming to be a boy again.
Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.