My summer love has no ideea about how much I care about cashmir and soft things...about black colours and sad things but my never ending feeling is pure and I am waiting for something...the only problem is i have no ideea for what...I dream of cherryes everywhere and sometimes I'm just to afraid to wake up from a day dream and confrunt the reallity...
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