what do you know about me, i ask.
not much, except the fact that your eyes seem to hold the galaxy in them.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
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what do you know about me, i ask.
not much, except the fact that your eyes seem to hold the galaxy in them.
