I like looking out the back window of the car and watching the beautiful things I'm leaving behind because it gives me hope that those who left me behind didn't leave me behind because I wasn't beautiful or worth their time but because they had to keep moving and I was moving in the other direction.
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Small Occurrences in a Little Life
Ngẫu nhiênThis is a compilation of writings and poems most written by me and some short things I've come across. * means they're not mine All Rights Reserved
