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You cannot see nor hear me. But boy, can I hear you. I sit on the stairs around the corner and listen to your every word, every lyric. I listen to you grow up. You express yourself in a way I never will and you take the words right out of my mouth. You say everything I want to say, even though we have different sources of inspiration.
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Postat av: Olivia
Sv: oh och våra åker imorgon ^^ såååå ses soon?!
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