Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

This quote ble lagt til av lonelycrier2.0
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High? Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction. Now, where am I? My fading supply. Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry? And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right.

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