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Oct 2018
you were an old soul
you had a young heart
i was an old soul
i had an old heart
but some how we still managed to fall, without warning, in love.
When days were filled with collecting coins, cappuccinos, and baby blue skies.
Old thrift stores and faux pearls.
Yellow bicycles and daisy fields.
Those were the days, in which i realized
there’s no getting over you.
Written by
Celestite  14/F/somewhere lmao idk
(14/F/somewhere lmao idk)   
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   peyt and Fawn
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