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the first star i see may not be a star; can't do a thing but wait, so let's wait for one more...
my journal will now be friends only.
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roll the windows down, feel the cold air all around
my heart hurts.
i am torn.
and i feel ill.
i hate being away from love.
i HATE this.
what the fuck are we doing?