"Breathing is the hardest thing to do. with all I've said and all that's dead for you, you lied - good bye."
Kelsey sang along with her humming, she was clearly good, and he almost thought she knew the song. He had loved it so long, accidentally sending her an image, two blonde children, they looked exactly the same both dressed in pristine white, one in a suit one in a dress, The one in the dress was holding a hairbrush as the other was leaned close both belting the same song he was singing now. The two had a happy air about themselves as they sang into the brush.
The wind seemed to pull him back from the thought.
"leavin' on a southern train only yesterday you lied, promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by, all of these things I said to you."
As he finished he looked up at the houses of Imber less people around he seemed less on edge. Pulling the robe more around him because of the wind. "Its beautiful, like San Francisco."
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Kelsey sang along with her humming, she was clearly good, and he almost thought she knew the song. He had loved it so long, accidentally sending her an image, two blonde children, they looked exactly the same both dressed in pristine white, one in a suit one in a dress, The one in the dress was holding a hairbrush as the other was leaned close both belting the same song he was singing now. The two had a happy air about themselves as they sang into the brush.
The wind seemed to pull him back from the thought.
"leavin' on a southern train only yesterday you lied, promises of what I seemed to be only watched the time go by, all of these things I said to you."
As he finished he looked up at the houses of Imber less people around he seemed less on edge. Pulling the robe more around him because of the wind. "Its beautiful, like San Francisco."