No matter w h a t we do, we can't control the mist. N i r v a n a spills out Our bottles Exhaling a e r i a l spas... (An original lyric compilation about faltering through the highs and lows of adolescence) ~ Updates on Ⓕⓡⓘⓓⓐⓨⓢ ~ © starfishsoul
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