Thinking of you, i become breathless...
My lips curt into a smile, unknowingly...
Are these the symptoms of bliss?
I become breathless, again...
Dreams that cannot be moved...
Even if there is no applause, I won't be hurt...
My heart pumps furiously when i'm next to you...
:)
My lips curt into a smile, unknowingly...
Are these the symptoms of bliss?
I become breathless, again...
Dreams that cannot be moved...
Even if there is no applause, I won't be hurt...
My heart pumps furiously when i'm next to you...
:)
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