
My name is Abby and I see life through a lens.
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She may be young but she only likes old things,
And modern music it ain’t to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can’t explain.
I cry out “Love, keep your arms around me.” I am a bird that’s in need of grounding. I’m built to fly away, I never...
I like random. Like Odd doesn’t mean your old fashion.
SONG OF THE DAY# 79: Monday Morning-...tis still in my head :3