Tomorrow marks June 2nd.
For me it is the day I find out if I have been accepted into the School of Journalism.
For her, it is the day she finds out the *** of her child.
I remember freshman year we became friends. She was skinnier than me, and shyer too. Always lookin' mean, but I saw her smile and she let me see her smile all the time.
Now the hidden sweet girl will be someone's mother soon.
I hope she let's her child see her smile too.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Tomorrow marks June 2nd.
For me it is the day I find out if I have been accepted into the School of Journalism.
For her, it is the day she finds out the *** of her child.
I remember freshman year we became friends. She was skinnier than me, and shyer too. Always lookin' mean, but I saw her smile and she let me see her smile all the time.
Now the hidden sweet girl will be someone's mother soon.
I hope she let's her child see her smile too.
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