She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
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She doesn't care.
She doesn't care.
Or am I just overthinking again? Fuck.
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Roses In The Sun
PoesíaA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
