louiserebeccahansen
kärlek

When the skies are grey and all the doors are closing
and the rising pressure makes it hard to breathe,
When all I need is a hand to stop the tears from falling,
I will find him, I'll find him next to me.

Jag älskar dig & aldrig någonsin tänker jag släppa taget om dig.

 

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