You’re one of those people for whom “normal” is a failure of potential.
dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.
If you’re on your way, I’m not gonna write you to stay.
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If your heart is nowhere in it I don’t want it for a minute.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map