Piles and piles and rows and rows.
Old friends that I've known for years that I know by heart,
and unread stories that still smell good with crisp pages.
and unread stories that still smell good with crisp pages.
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be like if I hadn't read all these stories
and didn't have all these things in my head.
Gemma
xXx
and didn't have all these things in my head.
Gemma
xXx
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