we were swings, we were roofs, we were sunsets and parks. we were laughter, we were serious, we were fireworks, we were long talks in the night. oh where oh where, did summer go?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
what meant to be a status now cannot, for i remembered i was talking to him
Posted by brynnjamin. at 11:20 PM
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