Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun and the days blur into one. And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done. Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline, like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass was never much but we made the most. Welcome home. Ella. 17. Sweden
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“Sometimes there’s other things that you wouldn’t think would be a good combination, end up turning out to be like a perfect combination. You know, like five people together, who nobody ever thought would be together…ever.”