And I can count the number of stars,
before I'm able to count your scars on top of scars.
I could have your name on my arms,
and I could stop before anything harms,
I would forget your eyes are not stars,
and I will get stuck in the cycle of harm.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
And I can count the number of stars,
before I'm able to count your scars on top of scars.
I could have your name on my arms,
and I could stop before anything harms,
I would forget your eyes are not stars,
and I will get stuck in the cycle of harm.
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15/Gender Fluid/The void behind Oklahoma
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC
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