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if you asked me to write down all my trivial thoughts i remember on a daily basis, there wouldn't be many. maybe a melody of laughter with friends or blurry faces brushing by in the hall or
Why must , in every picture, she look so beautiful?
Its calm as we ride The sun's shine is dim Down the road we stride We start to turn on a whim Suddenly we hear a screech Its too late Their brakes were too weak Its sad that we had met our fate
An average Monday after school I just want to get home; this rain is killing my mood. The bleak sky opens up like tears