Jan 2015
i miss your drunken
"i love you"s please
just c o m e back
i'm starting t o
forget what your
hands feel l i k e i'm
startingtoforgetwhat
your hands feel like
"i love you"s please
just c o m e back
i'm starting t o
forget what your
hands feel l i k e i'm
startingtoforgetwhat
your hands feel like
London is farther away than
I can fathom at this point.
I can fathom at this point.
Written by
Megan Grace
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