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z-atari

z-atari

Libyan A Libyan teen struggling between two cultures in America.Also loves bears and science.

will people life feel untitled love time eyes find big sense skin day walking keep long body dust years thought open water fear thing person hard lost three toxic boys touch faces summer beaches hair close falls stay fall god boy room hold country place fingers fully days suddenly fire head fists help parents high heart loose awake child solace return lay ice air swing mine night fair fly born arms bags full brain hearts veins front sleep cry nails occasionally familiar hands forward light morning glare realized appeardreams turn ride heavy safe losing somersaulting early commitment trace waves cold knew fresh save man grown legs rifle distant garden limbs ashore hour cried year drop state inside repression takes rise slapped affable serenity wealth broke murdered good nice blinds balloons forgotten carry factory learn breath ground layer lips matter empty gates backpack impress posing rushing pride feels embargo waiting culture