Throwback


“I miss you when you’re gone, thats what I do…”

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I hold on to your hands, cause I feel like sinking, deep down underneath. You don’t know, but maybe now you will. Life takes you down this strange road, meeting all kinds of different people. I love serendipities, weird long talks and the sun. It is time you came alive, in front of me, like my shadow trough the night and sunlight during the days. I wish you were real!
Like a white knight rescuing the lady of the night…

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