The soft wind blowing against the tall trees brigs me back to that summer we spent together in the forest, when you told me you would not leave me because there isn't anyone that could replace me.
Yet here I am, alone wishing that I would have realized sooner that you had a mouthful of lies.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
The soft wind blowing against the tall trees brigs me back to that summer we spent together in the forest, when you told me you would not leave me because there isn't anyone that could replace me.
Yet here I am, alone wishing that I would have realized sooner that you had a mouthful of lies.
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