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**** book.
The Summer of 2008, was the summer I grew up. I am not going to tell you my name, for in reality you wouldnt care. Lets just say im that girl in your class that sits back row in a desk isolated from others. That girl w… -
Finding you.
What do I do now that you're gone. No back up plan, no second chance and no one else to blame. All I can hear in the silence that remains are the words I couldn't say. I love you in a way that cripples me. Leaving you… -
Fight.
Fight the addiction. There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. People think… -
KONY 2012
If you have not watched this video already and don't know what I'm talking about please watch: http://youtu.be/Y4MnpzG5Sqc On April 20th many people will be plastering there home towns or cities with posters of Joesph Ko… -
Fear
Every time I got scared, you were the only one who could comfort me and made me feel safe. And I'm scared right now, but you are still not by my side. It's true I'm scared more easily now then before. Before I had you an…
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