I feel you constant at my mind..tearing me through, tearing me through. Another tragedy, another simple twist of this age and this feeling that I want as much as the headache pounding at my skull...always, always.I saw you in the leaves as they overwhelmed my tires, breathing against the windshield, the mix of colors hazel like your eyes before
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That's where you were today, I missed seeing you at lunch, even though I never talk to you really. But I still missed you...:(
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I would go to your funeral.
And surely I would cry.
Yay for French field trips!
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That's scar-ay, I know. The first day I drove my purple car to school last year it was pouring down rain and I almost didn't make it up the hill to school. Talk about scary.
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