My name’s Ginny. I’m awkward, wear my man’s shirt, and can’t keep my damn room clean.
Hold onto me
I promise we can break free
Spread out our roots and leaves
And grow beyond the tops of trees
My dear
My idiosyncrasy
I promise we can break free
Spread out our roots and leaves
And grow beyond the tops of trees
My dear
My idiosyncrasy
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