My name is Luka I live on the second floor. I live upstairs from you, yes, I think you've seen me before.
I dont think gender is aesthetically defining for me.
I always thought that if I was popular I must be doing something wrong.
How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective.
Last year's troubles, They shine up so prettily, They gleam with a lustre they don't have today.
Some girls are taught to be sexy.