No Matter how mad I am at you.
When your hand reaches out for mine, I know I'll let my finger intertwine with yours.
Hell, I'll squeeze your hand tighter.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
No Matter how mad I am at you.
When your hand reaches out for mine, I know I'll let my finger intertwine with yours.
Hell, I'll squeeze your hand tighter.
I'm headed for complete and utter heart brake and I know it.
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