The Songs I Wrote You
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Última publicación vie, mar 20, 2015
The day was warm just like her smile.
I could see her sparkling eyes in the shimmering lake before me.
It was crazy how one death could make everyone else wish they were dead.
How one soul, could take away someone elses.
How one missing heart, could make someone lose theirs.
I missed her. It was that simple.
-This is written by @Upon_Strong_Wings and @SausanSharkas -
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