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The rain is falling outside. And I feel the cold inside. Just waiting next the window, look at the phone billion times. Hoping for your call.
And I admit it, that I'm the fool one!
I'm flying high. To high. You made me happy for a few days. Your voice just reminds me of every single moment we had. And I'm happy for that.
You acts like the sweet one, or I'm the fool one? Or maybe the blind one? I'm hoping again. And even asked my mom about her opinion.
But yeah, the more you fly high, the more you fall hard.
1 comments:
is that what we called "love"? ^^?>?
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