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it's a faded blue color, pressed from being unworn when i last wore it i was a different me and i been many different people in between along a natural path to find myself i've done unnatural things, said several things that i would never let pass my lips again. i've learned and i've grown, most awkwardly shown in a faded blue dress in the back of my closet now hugs curves that weren't there for the last girl who wore it, and a few inches shorter the girl back then wouldn't dare to do the things i've done alone with you, and she wouldn't let herself feel what i feel for you, too and she would blush at the words and the steam in the air in the back seat of my car.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
an old dress found in the back of my closet and the delicate nature of being alone with you
it's a faded blue color, pressed from being unworn when i last wore it i was a different me and i been many different people in between along a natural path to find myself i've done unnatural things, said several things that i would never let pass my lips again. i've learned and i've grown, most awkwardly shown in a faded blue dress in the back of my closet now hugs curves that weren't there for the last girl who wore it, and a few inches shorter the girl back then wouldn't dare to do the things i've done alone with you, and she wouldn't let herself feel what i feel for you, too and she would blush at the words and the steam in the air in the back seat of my car.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
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