I stand in front of the mirror in our tiny bathroom. The chipped eggnog paint behind me reminds me of my brokenness. And I wonder, who am I?
This Is Who I Have to be Now
This Is Who I Have to be Now
This Is Who I Have to be Now
I stand in front of the mirror in our tiny bathroom. The chipped eggnog paint behind me reminds me of my brokenness. And I wonder, who am I?