Scream over and over but it relaeases nothing. This hurts and I hope my seed wasn't planted. I hope it doesn't grow to be me or you. I hope it becomes its own and stands taller than me or you. I hope it knows both of us, and I hope it stays true. Stress stress stress none of it is cool.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
Scream over and over but it relaeases nothing. This hurts and I hope my seed wasn't planted. I hope it doesn't grow to be me or you. I hope it becomes its own and stands taller than me or you. I hope it knows both of us, and I hope it stays true. Stress stress stress none of it is cool.
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