"do you like where you live, Sherry?"
"..."
"Sherry?"
"sorry."
"...why do you always look out that window?"
"reasons."
"what kind of reasons."
"...when you asked me to write, i already was."
"what do you mean?"
"in my head, i write about the people outside. and put it in another journal...a journal he can't find."
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peppermint breath
Teen Fiction❝you smiled at the stars like they knew all your secrets❞ [NucleaR_StarS 2014 ©]
