Within the realms of plausibility,
Us is none but the smoke of never lighted cigarette.
Oh! Hush now, deadly voices of morals
We can still pretend to be happy.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
Within the realms of plausibility,
Us is none but the smoke of never lighted cigarette.
Oh! Hush now, deadly voices of morals
We can still pretend to be happy.
When something in your life is so beautiful, and too good to be true, you know you have to let it go because it's not worth chasing, but you can't stop thinking and dreaming
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