Inner_demons

17/Gender Fluid/Idk yet The core of our nation is etched inside these plastic smiles. And endless rows of nowhere houses. / This is how we live. It's also how we die. - The Vanishing of Sidney Hall. / / In between somewhere and nowhere.

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