I wonder myself, you, and ours. isn't it will be? in you?
All that situation catch into my eyes, telling me, oh this is yes.
On a behaviour, i'm laying on my imagination. Still.
Got it wrong? Me too. we're far. so faaar!
I dont hate you. Im just mad.
Not about a crouse fiber. But we're too estrange since a week ago.
An excessive one. I lost ours. Oh, we lost.
Then I estrange this all too. Not because i want to defend ours...
