Your friends are weenies. I've lost count of the amount of times I've unexpectedly stayed over at a friends and worn the same clothes until I got home the next day.
Your friends are weenies. I've lost count of the amount of times I've unexpectedly stayed over at a friends and worn the same clothes until I got home the next day.
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow
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