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her hair looks beautiful from my view in the wind. I don't want this to end. because then I can't call her mine anymore. love is all I'm thinking about. "You don't own me" she mumbles. I understand that quickly. I can't face of her saying that. I can't. I freeze in the car and just feel this rush of rage and sadness. I can't look at her. because then she will know everything. is then and now different when you actually look at reality? I get out of the car and notice that it's not real. not. any. bit. I get so just don't know. I feel like no one understands what pain and passion that I have for her. I feel completely empty without her. I have to make her mine. but how. "let's get lost." she says as she pulls me back in the car. if I don't follow her lead I'll lose her. I don't want that to happen.

we travel fast. she has me feeling hypnotic. it's taking over me. but I like it. she said her love isn't but a monster. I don't blame her because it can be. cherry pie with her gold curls are just so sweet. nearby I hear wind chimes. she looks better than the photos. I only love it when you tell me that it's going to be alright. this feels like a fantasy. is it? I've never wished on hope. I've never been the one to hold my tongue to keep me from staying safe. keeping your mouth shut can get you famous. just how. I love her not the fake life.