Sep 11
To me
Freedom tastes like sprite
Feels like my arm out the car window
Looks like starry night skies
Smells like smoke
Sounds like music, thudding bass
Freedom is these nights
These highs
Me
Freedom tastes like sprite
Feels like my arm out the car window
Looks like starry night skies
Smells like smoke
Sounds like music, thudding bass
Freedom is these nights
These highs
Me
(17/F/Hells Mind)
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