One Quiet Moment
I liked how we held hands on that short bus ride back.
The smallest things make me happy; I'm so easy. But why do I have a feeling that it's just you...
=)
The smallest things make me happy; I'm so easy. But why do I have a feeling that it's just you...
=)
~ st*rcr*ss*d ~
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