“I remember feeling low
and I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped.
We are, we are all innocent.”
Filed under: Lost in thought on the way home.
We are, we are all innocent. in In My World
- Dec. 27, 2019, 11:56 p.m.
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