Cara, nineteen.
There's not much in this world I do like.
"if the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite"
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There's not much in this world I do like.
"if the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite"
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❝ I have buried you in every place I’ve been. You keep ending up in my shaking hands.
As much as I try
To convince myself
Otherwise;
I care about you
More than I’d like,
Down to my bones.
And I’ll never be
More than a fleeting
Face, just another girl,
To add to your list.
