We were young and foolish.
We danced. We laughed. We screamed. We cried. We dreamed. We smiled.
We thought our 'love' will last forever.
But that's the thing about young love, isn't it?
It's so sickeningly sweet and painstakingly beautiful.
And I never regret it.
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Abditory
Random(n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place Ideas that dance inside my mind. Muses of words with meanings that I've never said out loud.
