A mixed of emotions between not giving a (shut your mouth) and caring too much. Can you tell by looking past my shades, or must you read my eyes to see clearly?
Only my heart knows the truth…oh well.
Moving on to the description:
Black and white t-shirt, grey capris sweatpants, black and white vans.
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Learned and Queer. My Life.
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I'm the last words of a slain poet
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