It is very early in the morning and I am doing a last minute rush to try and learn for my exam at 10 AM later on.
Helplessly hoping. Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
Cardhouses tumble and fall, and yes, we get what we want. Just not in the way we expected it or hoped for.
It is nice to know, that he's out there somewhere. He'll come back soon and we might kiss. It is light.
And it amazes me, how two broken people actually try and find a way through the jungles of heart wreck. Disillusioned and yet daring.
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