January, carry on

You don’t know what you got ’til you’re missing it a lot..?
Time goes flying by.. Golden dreams of my yesterday.

I know I told me this before, I know I told me this a millon times.
I say I dont know how I feel, when will I know just how I feel?

Counting the days.
Kisses, pÄlepalex.

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