Wise men say only fools rush in. Normally this would be, the time when you would comfort me, by lifting up my chin. Reminding me of my naive heart's battle, a battle I will never win.
Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. Find a dream you can follow and your soul shall never be torn apart. Here comes that feeling I thought I'd forgotten, stomach meet butterflies. Hopefully they shall give me a better start.
Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart. Find a dream you can follow and your soul shall never be torn apart. Here comes that feeling I thought I'd forgotten, stomach meet butterflies. Hopefully they shall give me a better start.
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