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"What's so special that's in that journal of yours?" Justin's eyes gleamed with curiosity and for a second, I thought he was teasing.
"Nothing."
"Then why does it seem like you always guard it with your life?"
I took a second to respond. "Because it keeps all of my thoughts and secrets from being forgotten."
He nods. "Like what? Care to share?"
No.
"You."
(Justin Bieber AU)
[contains mature content]
Copyright © 2014 by internallybieber
//*Originally a H.S FF//
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