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Often I am nearly fooled into thinking that lean, dark-haired boy is you, but my mind hesitates slightly, saying "No, that can't be him. He holds his arms wrong, he carries himself too low, your boy's much more prideful. This boys shoulders don't quite settle into his t-shirt right. This can't be your boy, he's all wrong." And with these slight observations I carry on, go about my life but always watching for y o u.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
21 June 7:12 pm
Often I am nearly fooled into thinking that lean, dark-haired boy is you, but my mind hesitates slightly, saying "No, that can't be him. He holds his arms wrong, he carries himself too low, your boy's much more prideful. This boys shoulders don't quite settle into his t-shirt right. This can't be your boy, he's all wrong." And with these slight observations I carry on, go about my life but always watching for y o u.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 5:26 PM UTC
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