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alice, is it you?
look through the glass alice look at the pretty leaves falling down and sitting there like they have nothing to do. look at the way he steps on them all alice the way he smiles and just jumps on them like there are n… -
the one
the lights are dim with her tears and the music playing doesn't reach her ears so he wipes them away and grabs her hand and begins to sway her hair is the colour of the sun and he is smiling like she's the one. and she… -
i've stopped hoping
i saw your friends waiting and prayed that you had gone home alone today. as i crept up to the door of the store you laughed raucously about some joke i will never know. my friend looked at me pointedly while he went a… -
the wheelchair
he is confined to it, like a prisoner to a jail cell. he feels as though the limits on his actions, are the bars on the cell. he grows tired of it often, and wishes to run around and play. sometimes he even gets scared … -
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he's from england, and he smells like innocence. his eyes are frosty blue, and he has a handsomely crooked smile. the girls fawn over him, and i even stop and stare from a distance sometimes. one day i bump into him at… -
broken conversations
i suck bumm at writing on paper most of the time... DX [ l i z z a y ; © ]
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alice, is it you?
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