| Current mood: | contemplative |
Martinique
The closer I look, the more I see flaws.
Maybe I have to make thing complicated, but maybe its just that they are complicated. I want to be simple. I want to get out. I want you to love me.
I want to be here.
Did I pass up what I think I did?
You are something else, kid; they weren't bullshitting.
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