The night you walked me home and asked me to dance, I knew that I would never forget you.
Your name was written in my bones and I told my self that I loved you. Was I too young to know what love is? Was I still-peein'-my-pants young or was I old enough, just old enough, to know if this was love?
I believe your name was written on the bone in my right arm. That's the arm that always hurts. The more I think of you, the more it hurts. Even if duct tape could fix it, I wouldn't let it.
You are definitely worth the pain.
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"You are definetly worth the pain"
thanks.
I believe your name was written on the bone in my right arm. That's the arm that always hurts... Even if duct tape could fix it, I wouldn't let it.
I'm obsessed with this, you know.
This whole post. love it. can i just steal it all?
"I believe your name was written on the bone in my right arm. That's the arm that always hurts." consider this stolen.
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