Now you knowWalking through the hall, I stopped in front of the library. Did I really wanna do this? I know she told me to read it, but did I really? I walked to the very back of the library and found the very old, ancient, and dusty book that my friend had told me to get. I looked through the pages carfully, trying to find the note, the note my friend had left. Searched and searched...FOUND IT! I sat and read it in my mind: He was just there when I had broken up with my boyfriend, I didn't know that I would like him this much. Just when I was with him, when we talked, nothing else around us matterd. It was just me and him, no one else was there. INow you know
:gonk:The unnamed soap operaJake:O_O! *theatrical gasp* BUT IS HE GOING TO LIVE!? Silvia: I dont know! Jake:Damnit.... Silvia:I have good news and bad news, Mr. Givens. Jake:Tracy's carrying his child! He can't die. And I have news as well....i'm carrying....Martha's babyThe unnamed soap opera
Silva:Well Mr. Givens, shut up and listen to me !Jake:....indeed....*listens* Silva:The good news is...Your baby is a she, and indeed Mr.Givens...you will give birth in 2 weeks... Jake: The bad news is...your gay Jake:O_O!!!! Good god. And doctor, I know what you've been doing with your spare time. All the scalpels and self surgeries. I believe in
backwordsi sifted through our pile to try and take everything back maybe as an apology maybe to clear my conscience i wanted to swallow every E-M S-S-I-K and the U-O-Y E-V-O-L I to remove my hand from yours and the lips as well i can't redo the past the words and hands aree stuck i didn't E-V-O-L you i just thought i did but it can't be taken backbackwords
She's a renagadeI wake early when it’s raining. Early enough to catch the first few drops in my tangled hair that I’ve pulled into a ponytail. I sit on my front walk where anyone who’d be awake would see me. But no one is. So I lay in my sweatshirt and jeans and cry. Cry that I’m so perfectly imperfect.She's a renagade
I cry that they’re all so far away. What I wouldn’t give for one of them to live across the street so they could sense when my blue mood is turning black to throw rocks at my window and make me sneak out to lay in their arms to realize that it’s all ok.
As friends.
He knows how to make me happy. That is teasing me
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