He stared at the girl, feeling love. But he was tip toeing on the high bridge, trying not to fall even though he fell long ago and he didn't want to admit the strong, scary feelings that he couldn't understand.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
He stared at the girl, feeling love. But he was tip toeing on the high bridge, trying not to fall even though he fell long ago and he didn't want to admit the strong, scary feelings that he couldn't understand.
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