❝ I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say; Carry on my wayward son, There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more ❞
I like hockey, music & not you.
Our love got tired and went to sleep that night,
but it didn’t wake up the next morning.
The Death of Our Love
Sep 21st /
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