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Oct 2015
its been a long time since I've seen him
over a year
but it feels like just yesterday
i was sitting in that mustang
driving to fast
thinking i was going to die
and then he grabbed my thigh
looked me in the eye
and asked
are you scared?
but i wouldn't dare tell the truth
i looked back and said
no, not with you

your red hair tangled in my hands
your blue eyes glued on me

september
i hate friday nights all alone
vivianne
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vivianne  america
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