The Box
stuck in a box and I have to confess it's better than being with all the rest. The rest are the people, the people that don't care about anything except what to wear. So the box is like a guard it protects me from the people that really don't care about anything except what to wear.
Copyright © Rachel Driver | Year Posted 2012
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