A Walk to Remeber... My Style

December 25, 2011
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I heard a story about a
boy and a
They were in love.
The girl always
a gray sweater.
She gets made fun of
like me.
But she doesn't care what
people think.
Like me.
He falls for
And buys her a
pink sweater.
When some try to
hurt her,
She seeks to run from the
He's there to catch her
Unlike me.
And maybe not so
I'm waiting for the one
Who will catch
when I fall.
'Cause I fall
a lot.
And I hope that
someone will buy me a
pink sweater.
Even though I
hate pink,
I would wear it.
Because he thought
it would be pretty
on me.
Because he's tired of the
gray one.
I'm tired of
the gray one.

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