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Jul 2015
I can see the veins in his arms when he walks
And I can see the blue in his eyes when he laughs
And I wish that I could hold his hand and kiss his lips
But I'm so far away from doing that and I don't even know how to get closer,
But oh god, do I want to be his.
I like this guy two grades above me named Andrew and I want to die.
Amelia Owen
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Amelia Owen  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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