blink // h.s {ON HOLD}

LECTURES 703
Votes 34
Parties 9
Durée 52m

LECTURES 703
Votes 34
Parties 9
Durée 52m

When I can't sleep at night, I stare at the empty side of my bed, and wonder about the things I would tell you, if you were lying next to me. 

a.s

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