Feb 2015
I spent my nights reading books in our greatest libraries
Searching for what it is I am still clinging on to,
Then after the final vowel I realised
The one thing I miss about you, is you.
Searching for what it is I am still clinging on to,
Then after the final vowel I realised
The one thing I miss about you, is you.
Written by
OliviaAutumn
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