martes, 18 de octubre de 2011

I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys and we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away and we talk and window shop til I forgot all their names. I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school but I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you, don't know how long it's gonna take to feel ok but I know I had the best day with you today.

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