something about glass beads falling
and the stillness or curiosity it brings to a room
something about the weight of glass, not plastic
and the event
and would we really need less stuff if we had tinier stuff?
or is the weight important?
why would we return so soon to our ethereal nature?
sometimes i wish i was a boy but only if i could switch back to be a girl again..
i guess that's what costumes are for...
maybe i just want to appear like a boy ...
NO
I WISH TO LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE HAVING LONG HAIR AND BIG BREASTS DOESNT MAKE YOU A GIRL
I WANNA BE ALIVE MY GENDER IS ALIVE
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