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Jan 2015
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
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.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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