20.47 A promise about forever/A broken dream about forever
We're falling apart. We're broken. Life played a cruel game with us, gave a promise about forever. I wish we could dance every night like we used to. I wish we could do our hair and wear to much make up. I wish we could stay up all night and live on the edge. I wish it could be we against the world again. We're broken. Can we be fixed? I love you, and I'll always be there, just not as near.
- Moa Hilda.
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