Jesus Christ I think I've fallen again. Forget the boy with the blue eyes and the girl with the soft skin, let's talk about the girl with the loud laugh. The girl with the long black hair that will probably be a new color next month, let's talk about the tie dye shoes she wears, let's talk about how good she looks in plaid, let's talk about her smile her bight big white smile, let's talk about the way her fingertips feel on my thighs. Let's talk about the girl whose name is always next to mine. Let's talk about how all our friends want us together, and let's talk about how soft her lips are. Let's talk about my girlfriend, because Jesus Christ I think I've fallen.
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Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
