...who would it be? And what do YOU think his/her/its type is?
...who would it be? And what do YOU think his/her/its type is?
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...