Aug 28
from chasing butterflies
to chasing *******
that boys could never give to me.
as the years go on
we switch from one poison to another
riding bliss, not bikes
on a path to discovery.
to chasing *******
that boys could never give to me.
as the years go on
we switch from one poison to another
riding bliss, not bikes
on a path to discovery.
(20/F/Australia)
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