Everything reminds me of him, and I mean everything.
Trampolines, Tire Swings, Cookies and Cream Ice Cream, Gazelles, The Sun and The Rain, Trees, And The Corner of my Bed Where he used to Sit.
this is not what I expected love to be.
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I'm Still Dreaming
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