ralucanceu2008
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Something called home tapping on the glass, On your knees down in the grass. Watching something far away. Is it real? we'll find a way . Losing my mind on sight, Making a fuss because you're right, Crying for everything. I don't need help,i need awakening... – *by Raluca*	1 View added 2 years ago	Rating

tapping on the glass,
On your knees down in the grass.
Watching something far away.
Is it real? we'll find a way .

Losing my mind on sight,
Making a fuss because you're right,
Crying for everything.
I don't need help,i need awakening...

– by Raluca

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