I really like the way those jeans fit you.
I really like your outfits.
Your jacket.
Your hair.
Your body.
Your face.
Your personality.
Your everything.
You're everything.
To me.
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
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I really like the way those jeans fit you.
I really like your outfits.
Your jacket.
Your hair.
Your body.
Your face.
Your personality.
Your everything.
You're everything.
To me.
