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I tend to fall for wasted dreams. Strangers on street corners, passerbys too good for me. I would like to believe, that one day I'll be, loved by soft eyes and kissed with honesty.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Wasted Dreams
I tend to fall for wasted dreams. Strangers on street corners, passerbys too good for me. I would like to believe, that one day I'll be, loved by soft eyes and kissed with honesty.
roxxanna-kurtz
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30/F/American
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
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