Today is different, devoid of familiarity I write in cursive. Empty and grim seems to be the day's theme. The halls and classes are filled with students soft spoken, and reserved as if a great tragedy occurred. Stead passing time is countered with a longing to be elsewhere, without a desire to leave. If only I could return to being a child I
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LoVe LaUReN StAR (iS #1!!)
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oh..and since i wont be there tomorrow.. your stoping by school on thursday too.
and the other comments on here..they amuse me. haha :)
<3 you
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