tomorrow can be last summer, with acustic songs and hour long talks as we sit alone in a hotel room together talking away the memories.
These faded dreams are pasts upon pasts. It's been a month now and I'm alright, this is the time where I remember all that has happened due to them & all this is just a memory now and I am happy to say that I am okay now.
nice diary :)
you have a very beautiful voice. the way nothing clashes, and its almost a song. A wonderful song, that doesn't rhyme, but really means something to a lot of people.
I enjoy coming to your diary, because its more than just ramblings of every other teenager who has one. And its from your heart.
Dashboard/Carpet floors/Low tide rising
thats what makes me smile.
keep it alive
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