speed racer
Cute Muslims want the return of the Caliphate, but when one arised, they all fought it
i wish i wasnt an object. i'm not and being asked or spoken to like that secludes me more.
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Ne'er shall I
Give thee up
Ne'er shall I
Let thee down
Ne'er shall I run around
And hurt thee
never gonna give you up never gonna let you down
branches stretching towards some sort of light. blooming but reserved. there is a brokeness that is shared amongst the general. finding new ways to cloak is the tedious.
still praying though. still greeting sun with wishes.
still.