~growing To Fond of Him~
I'm growing so fond of him, I hope this feeling quits or At least dies down, Cause
i know there will never became an us, why do i have to hurt this much, I wish i
were five agian, Where all these words wouldn't make sense, Not ready for this
future trying to get out of the past, My heads been filled with the wrong thoughts,
My soul screams don't give up, While it could be so easy just to not be good
enough, Trying so hard to be reconized for who i am and not be judged for what i
look like, This might be a chapter to you but it's the story of my life....
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