Love. Its a nasty word. Like "will you make love too me?"ewww no. I hate it and its meaning. Its just word that people pass around so they feel better about themselves. My life is just fine without "love"(I'm only 16. A sophomore in high school). But it still counts. It may because I thought I loved someone and they stabed me in the heart as hard a he possible could. Or maybe because no one I no has really never stayed in love.I don't know but, oh well I won't change my mind. Hi, my name is Jeena Taylor. This is the story I thought I'd never tell.
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