Eyes wide .
Mouth smiles.
Faces bright.
Hands entwined.
Feet in rhythm.
I wasn't a good person.
I didn't deserve anything.
I was going to be guilty for a long time to come .
As I felt ,
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Midnight Messages [wattys2015]
ChickLitMessages from a boy, which are read over and over, to the point that it makes Amelia sick. It only takes her the same amount of time that she spends overthinking to type and send a response. [ please don't be put off by how many parts are in my st...