the truth always comes out. it’s one of the fundamental rules of time,
and when it comes out, it can either set you free or end everything you’ve fought so hard for.
as we sat there facing each other, i saw me and
you, sitting hand in hand underneath the
brilliant rays of sunshine, and i could still
feel your fingers laced in mine. your warmth
never left me, i can still hear your breathing.
you're still everything to me, and i know you
still feel it too.
you, sitting hand in hand underneath the
brilliant rays of sunshine, and i could still
feel your fingers laced in mine. your warmth
never left me, i can still hear your breathing.
you're still everything to me, and i know you
still feel it too.
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