Dear Emily,
My mom sat me down today, asked me if I was okay. I started to panic. I thought she'd found these. But then she told me I seemed exhausted, and she was worried that school was stressing me out. I guess she didn't think about you. I guess she thinks I've moved on. I guess I fooled her.
Good job, Delilah. Good job.
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
