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its been a long time since I've seen him over a year but it feels like just yesterday i was sitting in that mustang driving to fast thinking i was going to die and then he grabbed my thigh looked me in the eye and asked are you scared? but i wouldn't dare tell the truth i looked back and said no, not with you your red hair tangled in my hands your blue eyes glued on me september
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
i could write a novel about september
its been a long time since I've seen him over a year but it feels like just yesterday i was sitting in that mustang driving to fast thinking i was going to die and then he grabbed my thigh looked me in the eye and asked are you scared? but i wouldn't dare tell the truth i looked back and said no, not with you your red hair tangled in my hands your blue eyes glued on me september
i hate friday nights all alone
vivianne
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Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
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