ClockworK ∆

I want to be the girl with the most cake.

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And though your skin’s sheet white
And your arms carry scars.
Your hair isn’t clean much,
Your lungs black with tar.
And god, you love to argue,
You can’t play guitar.
But still, let me tell you
That I love who you are
Still let me tell you
That I love who you are.

— Sarah Minor by Keaton Henson

(Source: questcoastreligion)

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