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May 2014
I'm tired of being tired
I love the way my hair falls when it's wet
And the way it twirls around in the wind
I love the way my feet feel in the grass
(But not the mud)
I love the stripes people put on flags
I love the sugar on crΓͺpes
I love kissing you.
Well,
In my head.
I've never actually kissed you
(Or anyone else for the matter)
But I expect to love it
Seeing as
I
Love
You!
Please comment :)
Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
(18/F/Pennsylvania)   
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   ---, Julia and Nomad
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