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Prom

My dress, my dress

Girls gabbing about Prom

The almighty Prom

It's all any of you talk about

December to May

What dress to buy

What hair to have

But all I can think about is him

And how I'd love

To have our own

Prom, a private prom

And just be with him

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Written by

WickedHope

28 / F

Published: Jan 29, 2015
LinesWords: 1254

Notes: This is **** and I don't care. (Yes I do... :/ )

17 weeks away and I'm already sick of the Prom talk. Ugh.
I just want to see him.
Tags: #love #him #girls #only #distance #senior #prom

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