i remember, how long ago it was that we were happy holding hands and taking long walks home.

cabbing from town, cabbing to town.
cabbing me home, cabbing me shopping.

then i remember. it should be about 3 months or so till you officially gain your freedom.

i'm sure you're dying for it.
dying to have your freedom,
the way you were once dying to be with me,
then dying to let me go.

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i always sit here and wonder why i get into periods of emo-ness.
why i sit here and break.


it makes me wanna run away,
it makes me wanna find heaven once more.


then i realise how wrong i am.
then at the depths of it, i realise.

that when He is all you have, you realise He is all you need.

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yes my dear, i have grown up.

♥ fancy pink
in vintage.