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[sephren]

sunday sunday. bloody sunday i watch in the shadows as you walk on by with your gleaming locks of blonde in your low cut skirt and your vintage shirts i watch in the corners as you walk on by oblivious to the world around you. You are the girl that we all secretly wish we were, the hair, the skin, the life, the boyfriend, the popularity youy have

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[sephren]

only because in a sense you are a version of that girl you are just oblivious to what others see that you cannot for you are not jaded like us. you are still pure in a sense even innocent.