I just want someone to sit on the roof with me at 2am in the morning and just tell me about their struggles and what they want to do with their life and all the places they've been, and we will talk for hours and when we get tired we'll just lay down and stare at the stars and question life and let our minds wonder away, then slowly fall asleep in the warmth of the fiery inferno of our hearts until the sun rises and we start a new adventure amongst the daylight.
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Golden days
Poetry"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water, she belonged to no man and to no city." -------------------------------------------- Let me show you the beauty in the world, Let me show you the stars in your veins, Let me...
