Saturday, November 15, 2014
I may have made a mistake.
I think I loved you. I think I did. I think I can listen to you every day. I think I could never be mad at your voice. What if your laugh was infections? What if your smile was intoxication? When I held you, I knew exactly the spot I was suppose to. When I kissed you, I knew exactly where to. If you had a problem I would be there.
I think I love you. I think I do.
I think I love you. I think I do.
Shit
This shit makes me dream.
This shit brings imagination.
This shit makes me time travel.
This shit brings me back to you.
This shit takes me back to us.
This shit makes me wonder.
This shit makes me wish.
This shit brings imagination.
This shit makes me time travel.
This shit brings me back to you.
This shit takes me back to us.
This shit makes me wonder.
This shit makes me wish.
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