Life without you will not be as white as you.
but more of the color blue,
not just any blue. . .
but the palest hue of it;
That my skin is starting to turn into.
When you uttered the words,
"I can't remember the feeling anymore,
how about you?"
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 9:39 PM UTC
Life without you will not be as white as you.
but more of the color blue,
not just any blue. . .
but the palest hue of it;
That my skin is starting to turn into.
When you uttered the words,
"I can't remember the feeling anymore,
how about you?"
Vn13©2010
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