And all I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes
and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel right.
lunes, 15 de agosto de 2011
Not direction
I'm trying to find my place but it might not be here where I feel safe, we all learn to make mistakes, and run from them, from them, with no direction.
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