One year, loved you every single day, made me weak it was real for me, yup, real for me. Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don't need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave. But I still remember everything, how we'd drift buying groceries
How you'd dance for me, I'll start letting go of little things 'til I'm so far away from you.
I miss you everyday.
- Luján, Buenos Aires
- JoinedJanuary 27, 2017
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