But when you smile, it’s like a snow from heaven lands on top of my head, freezes me but melts my heart away.
And now where are you?
And now I miss you.
Comeback and take this heart away from mine.
Love, now and always,
When I die, I want people to remember me as kind. It hasn’t always been that way. Four years ago, I was a very different person, a wounded...
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