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i honestly have nothing to say about myself.
i just can't find the words.
the trees, like lungs, filling with air. my sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
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i honestly have nothing to say about myself.
i just can't find the words.
the trees, like lungs, filling with air. my sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
Cold water, cleaning my wounds
A sad parade, with a single balloon
I’m done with this, I’m counting to ten
Bluest seas, running to them
