she stood still
sometimes i wonder how we got to this point
a point where you wonder whats the best
a point where you want to restart and forget
because i thought we're doing our best
giving all the love we have left
but look at us now,
one has left and doesnt have any regrets
and the other one stood still, full of questions.
shes waiting, waiting and reassuring him that she believes.
...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 11:12 am

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