Black is beautiful.
Friday, May 3, 2013
My AMazing treasure are my friends. The ones that stood by me and the ones we would always have fun with. I miss these memories of freedom when the air was sweet and everyone around us repsected us for our friendship. I remember the senses on this day the last day we do all see each other. The day after where things changed and we all grew away and afar.
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