No Negative Thoughts Allowed
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, May 1, 2015
"Tahlie, smile."
I looked over at the brown headed boy sitting next to me with a harsh glare.
"You don't know what goes on in my mind."
"Oh but I do. And I'm hereby stating, no negative thoughts allowed."
And with that he showed me the pain of loosing a mother could heal just just by the touch of his lips on mine.
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