May 2018
The wind it blows in a grey sky
On the corner alone i cry
For as the weather changes
So do I
On the corner alone i cry
For as the weather changes
So do I
Im not ready to say by, im holding on my best. I hope you find you way back to me, somehow, somewhere , one day
(22/M/South Africa/Bangkok)
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