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He loves me, he loves me not.
Petals fluttering to the ground,
A rose torn apart.
He loves me, he loves me not.
A new girl in his arms,
an end to our story,
A book torn apart.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Tears filling my eyes as I sob in bed,
Staring at my phone,
Wishing that he’d respond,
A girl torn apart.
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Honestly, I love being a teenager sometimes. It’s nearly 10pm on a school night and my dad just came downstairs and was like, “what are you doing?”, and I just looked up at him and was like, “making Kraft mac and cheese”, and he was just like, “understandable, continue”.
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Happy Birthday to Charlie Spring!!! <3
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