The Invisible Love
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My name is Meredith
Im a pretty descriptive person people say; i just dont see it. Im only writing this down on a lined peice of paper while sitting on a rusted metal bench under the dark grey sky; my metal rimmed glasses slipping down my nose.
Oh.. well I see what they mean.
I don't know just come cry, laugh, smile, and frown with me.
Anyways.. guess what's gonna happen. Go on guess. Yeah the boy next door has to do with it. Question is how?
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