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there was a girl who loved me so named me bestie gifted me with seashells and sometimes, baked brownie to unfrown me there was a girl who taught me braids loved poking my cheeks and took photos of me secretly there was a girl who got her heart into pieces by bestie and all she did is to give her love but only to get none in return she was a bird flying above the sky all alone for no one loved her anymore she flew so far away that i never saw her ever again she was gone; no more brownie no more grins and the seashells turned navy oddly twenty-nine-june, i sat in the coffee shop with my warm white coffee and a copy of stephen chbosky she flew back home and she descried me there came up to me with a beauteous grin i last seen in december '11 we talked we laughed we cried we story-telled (i remember, she once said, back when i still have the name bestie, that she loved when we used the term story-tell for it made the sun and moon collide together) i was told that this lovely girl's wrist was named demon and she **** it every time he tries to drown her in a sea of darkness this time, i got my heart into pieces told her the same and pinky promise was made (like they always said, promises are meant to be b/r/o/k/e/n and it did) there is a girl who i love so named her bestie and i will hold her when she is f a l l i n g apart
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
shaggy grey sweater
there was a girl who loved me so named me bestie gifted me with seashells and sometimes, baked brownie to unfrown me there was a girl who taught me braids loved poking my cheeks and took photos of me secretly there was a girl who got her heart into pieces by bestie and all she did is to give her love but only to get none in return she was a bird flying above the sky all alone for no one loved her anymore she flew so far away that i never saw her ever again she was gone; no more brownie no more grins and the seashells turned navy oddly twenty-nine-june, i sat in the coffee shop with my warm white coffee and a copy of stephen chbosky she flew back home and she descried me there came up to me with a beauteous grin i last seen in december '11 we talked we laughed we cried we story-telled (i remember, she once said, back when i still have the name bestie, that she loved when we used the term story-tell for it made the sun and moon collide together) i was told that this lovely girl's wrist was named demon and she **** it every time he tries to drown her in a sea of darkness this time, i got my heart into pieces told her the same and pinky promise was made (like they always said, promises are meant to be b/r/o/k/e/n and it did) there is a girl who i love so named her bestie and i will hold her when she is f a l l i n g apart
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
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