sofia
I'll escape with him. Show him all my skin, then I'll go. I'll go home. Amsterdam.
I used to dream of adventure when I was younger
with lungs miniature.
But now we're killing our brain cells.
Is this called living
Or something else,
or something else.
Amsterdam.
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