18 years.
Millions of tears.
Becoming a caricature of yourself.
Little boy blue, hiding inside a hollow tree
.It's because i care and the way i wave.
Personal taste and cut up the gender.
You were always more than tender.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:08 AM UTC
18 years.
Millions of tears.
Becoming a caricature of yourself.
Little boy blue, hiding inside a hollow tree
.It's because i care and the way i wave.
Personal taste and cut up the gender.
You were always more than tender.
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