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the room down the hall

a decent room with a lot of stuff  and a nice size bed i can hear every noise inside my head the girl in this room is my best friend to the bitter end shes simple, unique and very sweet she can sweep someone off there feet she cares so much but sometimes can loose touch i see her deep down and know her every frown this girl can make me smile to the very end and pick me up when im down most people don't see what i see and that's how great she is she has her flaws but everyone does i like to pause and think back to how lost i was before she came back she came in and brushed my back made me feel whole again shes my rock a roll shes knows deep down in my soul shes my best friend its the way it will be till the very end
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Oct 28, 2010
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