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My Strange Boy

You're riding in a car with a strange boy. His hands are on the wheel while yours are shaking. You're driving through time with your heart right next to you. His eyes are the bluest blue and they mirror your thoughts. You're sleeping with eyes wide-open; your dreams become reality. His hair halos in the sun; makes you wonder what could possibly come from this. I was driving in a car with a strange boy; with my heart by my side; in a sleepless dream; wondering what could be, but it was clear that you were not made for me.
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cor13ne
Published
Sep 12, 2015
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21·100
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#heartbreak#not#be#i#this#am#for#ready#will#another
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