

on growing upI.on growing up
Lying awake late at night Early in the morning I remember I think things as if I would ever get the chance To tell them to you Because if I could If I could, I would say what it was That made it so hard to let go.
Even now I would still beg Just one more kiss Just another story One last dream,
Darling, Please. One more walk through thick, falling petals One more nap underneath the tree One more escape to that invented world One more bout of never being alone again One more heartbeat echoing while falling asleep O
playground
elisabeth
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B L O G
i'm not much of a coffee person, but i like pictures of liquid. not sure why.
hm.
Thank you very much for the favs
"The 20th wife" is the title of the first one... and I prefer this one to the second.
Amazing
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xxk
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"What we don't understand, we can make mean anything..."
i was wondering where you'd got to...
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