by Samantha Young
Might there come a time When we stand over a grave And mourn ourselves? Mourn the past, a previous life? Shall we weep for the passing of time? Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams? In my naivety; in my belief In immortal youth, I sleep walk through life. Someone… wake me up. Please. Wake me up. S...
One of my favourite books I've read this year. In fact, of all time.I just really loved everything about it :D
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