We made our way home on the bikes we had borrowed. I still never told you about unstoppable sorrow. You still think I'm someone to look up to. I still don't know anything about you. Is it in you too?
Slowly, but surely.. I am finally coming to terms with my boy haircut. What I now lack in hair, I will make up for in glittery eyeshadow or something
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