Thoughts arrive like butterflies
Dogcart bell pull pistols
The dream...la la la.
I know it's sick to think of someone like that who hardly
knows you're name, but I can't help it! I just stare at her
all German lesson. She's so perfect, Her hair, her height,
her face, everything.
But she is a bit of a bitch and she's never spoken to me.
*sigh* and she never will. Oh well.
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