~Fifty~

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It's past midnight when you cross my mind,
with your hazel eyes,
and your dark brown hair,
and the way you stare,
and your weirdo laugh,
and you spitting facts,
And I think I've crossed the line,
between my heart and my mind. 


A/N: yeah i dont really know what this is, but I wanted to write a 50th chapter cuz 50's big. Like woah, 50's a big number. 

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