"Treat me beneath this clear night sky
And I will lie with you
I start to feel those butterflies
When I’m next to you
Tell me your secrets
Give me a friend
Let all the good times flood in
Do I love you?
Do I hate you?
I can’t make up my mind
So let’s freefall
See where we land"
pardon my heart
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I think blogging for a period of time (especially a formative one) makes a
person sort of eternally obsessed with recording and organizing everything,
so ...
12 years ago