You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. — Coco J. Ginger
You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. — Coco J. Ginger
You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. — Coco J. Ginger
You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. — Coco J. Ginger
You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. — Coco J. Ginger
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You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest.

— Coco J. Ginger
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