It's always the little things

It's always the little things

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Who knew I would be crying over curtains one night and the next have my life turned upside down. I lost my only family only to discover I have an uncle that may know where my parents are. My best friend ran off with a "play boy bunny" leaving me alone my senior year And I have no damn curtains It's the little things.
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They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.

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