cause every time we touch, i get this feeling
where is everyone?
a question i find myself constantly asking. where are people when i need them? where am i when they need me? no where to be found. they are just left to sit. and think. all by themselves. and to cry. and to reminisce. (can`t spell) about the good times. and the bad. and when they need to hear "everything is going to be okay", no ( Read more... )
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yes! way to go! you'll have to let me read this paper if a boy touches your leg because you wrote something really good it has to be wonderful!
i wasn't online cause i was hanging out with steven!
weird i know but woah idk.. hes kinda being nice to me i think he misses hanging out alot
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