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| first day back from fall break |
"I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie"
that used to be exactly what i felt and now i feel nothing at all on that subject. i feel a lot of other things and its kind of weird not being able to talk to anyone about them. it always worked before because those people i trust were there and they had their own opinions and now to them the things i tell them are just situations that i have to live through. it's just different. i'm excited to mingle the old life and new life a little bit this weekend.

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