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By Bea
As far as lyrical growth is apparent, he’ll be good.
He’s been missed like periods in planned parenthood
12 years 9 months ago
I sit back wondering why my life is so full of shit man.I’m tired of seeing North Faces, long boots, tight jeans and PePe.
12 years 9 months ago
I’m wounded, really wounded.You hurt me, I don’t know how I let you do it to me.I’m broken.
12 years 9 months ago
I insist that the English I polish and finish is intrinsically more challenging than learning quantum physics, than Polish or Finnish.
12 years 9 months ago
I’m a princess in a tower that spirals down into the citywith nothing but a window, nothing but sunlight
12 years 9 months ago
She sits by the window and the light are dimthe ally outside her window seems grim
12 years 10 months ago
I am from the invisible body that walls through wallsI am from the hospital rooms that float through my veins
12 years 10 months ago