Holidays
Wreaths are hung, Smell of pine fills your lungs. Turkey, ham, apple crumb, The holidays have finally come..
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emilyisabellbieber
Im in 8th grade. Im an aspiring writer and i want to write a novel when im older. For the most part i like to write fanfiction and qoutes.
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Change
You can plan for a change in the weather and time; but i never planned on you changing your mind..
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Untitled
I love your handshake, meeting my father's. And i love how you walk with your hands in your pockets..
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Untitled
White lips, pale face. Breathing in the snowflakes <3.
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Dear Crystal
Im sorry. I barely know you... Maybe i shouldnt be writing this. But Crystal, please just hear me out. I know im not exactly your friend, but i have been keeping an eye out for you.
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He's Torn
No one had noticed he'd changed. He mopes around, broken, forlorn. He puts in a smile to hide the pain. But its no use; he's torn. Nothing he says is over or done. Theres always a second opinion.
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