i loved you like a hot air balloon that was never coming down
but all things run out of fuel eventually
and the higher you get,
the harder the fall.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
i loved you like a hot air balloon that was never coming down
but all things run out of fuel eventually
and the higher you get,
the harder the fall.
all good things must come to an end.
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