I should think the other way but it slips through my mind of wishing that you. Could of carried me through the summer and the months of fall.
That month ago felt like a eclipse.As they said silly girl don't be so easily drawn in he never cared to beigin with. So pick up your tiara run through the woods.

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The Hidden Hours
Non-FictionPoems from a heart that is broken from pretty lies.....