It's time to face the music,
I'm no longer your muse.
"The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers, disappearing little by little.
I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life I would do things a different way."
I wish, for one day, I could go back. In another life I would do things a different way."
i really would. then we'll still be like how we are during secondary school. :')
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