sharing cigarettes and who knows what else

Sep 2, 07:28 AM by girl
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today we donned our glasses and slutted around the flat in boxers the first half of the day. locked in my room. drawing grafitti on the wooden floors…

all the sudden my heart drops to where it belongs

so any form of a voice can become audible?

i call him holden.

he calls me daisy.

when i drift so far away he tells me to come back.

that he misses me.

so we just lay in each other’s lap like its not even possible.

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