All the Things She Said
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, May 18, 2012
You're in English class, thinking about her.
You're walking home, thinking about her.
You're sitting around, thinking about her.
She's always in your head, and you can't seem to get away.
Would you tell her?
Would you tell her that all the things she said ran through your head, and it wasn't enough?
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