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coming down
Nov. 13th, 2014 07:32 amA few miles out in this cold November rain might allow me to think; breath it in - the wet and the change, let the season soak through.
When I met her again, I will not know her for who she was. I don't believe in a heaven like that one. I will know her, when we see each other again, I just won't know why. I will know her for who we were, will always be.
When I met her again, I will not know her for who she was. I don't believe in a heaven like that one. I will know her, when we see each other again, I just won't know why. I will know her for who we were, will always be.
