i want the tide to wash over me and finally take me out to sea where i can open my eyes in a world where everyone is different and everyone is accepted.
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2:02am thoughts
Poetry{sequel to 1:01am thoughts} it's an hour past 1:01am and her head is still clouded with thoughts the world is still falling apart at her feet and she still can't get over the boy she once called hers and the good life she once had. (some of these wo...
fourteenth thought.
i want the tide to wash over me and finally take me out to sea where i can open my eyes in a world where everyone is different and everyone is accepted.
