I belive this may call for a Proper Introduction.
Don't you see? I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue.
segunda-feira, maio 10
Because you cried an ocean
when there's a thousand lines about the way you smiled written in my mind.
but every single word's a lie.
But you can take the bluest sky and turn it grey.
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