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the red on my nails is chipping
When I am here I always run into this kid, he is one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen. Theres something about him that is so refreshing, I find him so odd. Raw. He puts his cards on the table like its nothing. He thinks about the war and almost cries. But not the typical war. The people. He gets this look like he knows, like how God knows everything by looking at you. He gets so grieved by others hurt. It keeps him up alot. But he has the most pure eyes I've ever seen. I feel so strange around him, almost other worldly. I want to hold his hand and tell him he'll be ok. I can't tell if I like what I feel around him, but I crave his company. Theres something there over him, but my discernment is getting wacked around...He lives over 300 miles away. But not tonight. And not tomorrow.
When I am here I always run into this kid, he is one of the most beautiful boys I've ever seen. Theres something about him that is so refreshing, I find him so odd. Raw. He puts his cards on the table like its nothing. He thinks about the war and almost cries. But not the typical war. The people. He gets this look like he knows, like how God knows everything by looking at you. He gets so grieved by others hurt. It keeps him up alot. But he has the most pure eyes I've ever seen. I feel so strange around him, almost other worldly. I want to hold his hand and tell him he'll be ok. I can't tell if I like what I feel around him, but I crave his company. Theres something there over him, but my discernment is getting wacked around...He lives over 300 miles away. But not tonight. And not tomorrow.