Has the air ever tasted like memories to you?
I see you everywhere.
In my dreams, mostly. So stop thinking about me. Please.
I mean they say if you dream of someone, it means they are thinking about you.
Apparently she does this sometimes.
Because sometimes I see her.
Sometimes she tells me she loves me.
Sometimes she is absent.
I don't think I will ever get over H***** fully.
But I keep trying.
I think I see her everywhere.
I wish I could see her just once.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
Has the air ever tasted like memories to you?
I see you everywhere.
In my dreams, mostly. So stop thinking about me. Please.
I mean they say if you dream of someone, it means they are thinking about you.
Apparently she does this sometimes.
Because sometimes I see her.
Sometimes she tells me she loves me.
Sometimes she is absent.
I don't think I will ever get over H***** fully.
But I keep trying.
I think I see her everywhere.
I wish I could see her just once.
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