One year ago.
The memory envelopes me in a sweet happiness I can’t deny.
So why do my eyes insist on me to cry?
Something about that time, so new and exciting
One year ago
Makes the future seem more inticing
So I drift into sleep
Clutching the memory of
One year ago
Never dreaming to let go.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
One year ago.
The memory envelopes me in a sweet happiness I can’t deny.
So why do my eyes insist on me to cry?
Something about that time, so new and exciting
One year ago
Makes the future seem more inticing
So I drift into sleep
Clutching the memory of
One year ago
Never dreaming to let go.
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