think.

9:25 PM / Posted by Arielle Aimee /

Will you think of me?
when I'm gone?
Will you remember all the times
we sat outside on your lawn?
Staring into the sun,
our eyes burning from the bright rays
all we wanted was an escape.

to the clouds we will fly!
jumping, hopping, takin flight.
.........
blah.

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