I miss summer.
That luscious green.
The laughter trilling around in the breeze.
Water. Wet. Sweat. Work.
Miles and miles of road to go.
A boy on the other end of a text message conversation.
Will he ever know how I feel about him?
No time like the present.
Rejected and alone again.
Thank God it’s winter.
That luscious green.
The laughter trilling around in the breeze.
Water. Wet. Sweat. Work.
Miles and miles of road to go.
A boy on the other end of a text message conversation.
Will he ever know how I feel about him?
No time like the present.
Rejected and alone again.
Thank God it’s winter.
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