I need to confess everyone one of my thought good or bad. It's filling upside of me like a shooken soda ready to let go. I am still in love, but you'd never guess how my twisted mind works and who it is I love. Is it a boy or girl.. how old.. which school? DO you even know them...Do you even know me. THink, think, think. But it won't matter for I am just the person to lean on... and I'm just glad to be at least that.
Cry on me...
Hit me...
Cut me...
I'll smile even more knowing that I'm a thought in that confused mind of yours.
Can't wait for summer.. I want to change and in the name of Kyle, Jason, Terri, Johnathan, Brian, and Ny... I will do this... And one day confess my scroll of emotions to that one. Red, white, yellow roses... which do you recieve...
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Semetery (n): A being striking up the lusts and sins of others.
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