growing up is 4 losers , by sophia Subscribe to rss feed for sophia

flowers that climb to tickle the bottoms of your feet,
falling just to pick yourself up and do it again.
swirl of no-worries, no cloud of darkness
dirty hands, messy hair.
something good before the bad
Posted: 2018-12-13 03:13:15 UTC

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