There is something about my bed on a early Saturday morning. Warm with the covers slightly squished. I turned on my lamp at 7:15am and reached down for my copy of 'Prom' determained to finsih it without interuption. I snuggled deep in my covers and slowly sank and got lost in Ashley's world. After an hour of light cleaning and plopped on the couch
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"Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to ryhme, outta the dark that fills your mind you finally find that you and I - collide."
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