and the smell of campfire follows me everywhere.
i'm leaving, but even the old places seem new. and this new place seems familiar.
like i've been here all along. and you're all here with me.
like i've been here all along. and you're all here with me.
posted by one L at 9:12 p.m.
1 Comments:
i like this, very much. "... but even the old places seem new. and this new place seems familiar..." its nice.
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