miserable and stunning

no man deserves punishment for his/her thoughts

We lie beneath the stars at night, our hands gripping each other tight. You keep my secrets, hope to die. Promises, swear them to the sky. Fall back in love eventually. (Taken with instagram)

We lie beneath the stars at night, our hands gripping each other tight. You keep my secrets, hope to die. Promises, swear them to the sky. Fall back in love eventually. (Taken with instagram)

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