Monday, March 28, 2016

Half awake


I don't miss you at all... I only remember you when I hear that kind of songs... when I hear the birds sing, when I see the morning sky, when I see the flowers die, but I don't miss you, I don't fuckin miss you at all.
March 4th, 2016
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