my hair is the texture of the grass in the field I didn't wanna grow up by
it feels like I've been swimming in the ocean but really I'm drowning on land
I learn time and time again that some things are more beautiful when you just leave them alone and maybe I could've been one of them
I am as unnatural as my upbringing
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
my hair is the texture of the grass in the field I didn't wanna grow up by
it feels like I've been swimming in the ocean but really I'm drowning on land
I learn time and time again that some things are more beautiful when you just leave them alone and maybe I could've been one of them
I am as unnatural as my upbringing
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