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you know it’s little things
not big things.
like long walks home
and laughs or adventures
4 months 1 week ago
The last curtain came down
one evening at nine
its drapery falling
4 months 1 week ago
growing up i always thought you were my safe place
being without you never left a trace
4 months 1 week ago
growing up i always thought you were my safe place
being without you never left a trace
4 months 1 week ago