it hurts a little bit. from time to time. sometimes... or most of the time I forget about it all. I forget that I ever felt something I forget that you exist. then days like these it hurts so bad. please tell me what it is if it's not love.


tidigt i november, solen sken fortfarande och man behövde inte ha pa elementet.

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