There is this
boy......... I like him so does she......... he likes
her.........but not me. She runs to the boy crying saying a lie
about her grandmother pasting away. Mascara running down her smuggy
face......................I myself angry with tears rolling
down my modified self..........noticing he believes
giving her a hug.............asking her to go out
to a
movie. .........I am running away thinking to
myself what is
next?
There is this boy......... I like him so does she......... he
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Jun 8, 2009 7:41pm
