winds blow quietly with the whisper of your name
and the rain falls down gently to imitate your touch
but the pulling in my chest from a catalyst
just doesn't stop with this constant reminder
that i'm gone
and you're
happy
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
winds blow quietly with the whisper of your name
and the rain falls down gently to imitate your touch
but the pulling in my chest from a catalyst
just doesn't stop with this constant reminder
that i'm gone
and you're
happy
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