He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds.

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul?

Hi! Attempting to complete a set of psychology assignment but am too distracted, as usual.

And I changed my phone number so er, get it from me if you want it I guess.

 

 

 

wearing your heart like a stolen dream/ opening skies with your broken keys

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