Kiss jelly rolls.
Hug elmo till death do we part,
Smile until it aches,
Read potter till it gets giddy,
Shine through the falling rain,
But never ever forget
Meatball soup.
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Felicia
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loves Daddy
loves e405
loves school!
DANCE!hip hop
Oschool
sunset
sunrise
stars
shopping
quality time
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maybe it was all a dream. maybe it was imaginations. maybe all would have been better if my brain ceased to exist. maybe it was true, but for a moment. maybe it wasnt up to your expectation? or maybe the truth stil holds, but just refusing to admit. i hated that feeling. but now i miss it.
oh. n now england vs paraguay. ha. how random. but yea. i think i beta go off before tears well up.
n, ive been drifting from cg. i dun feel as close to them anymore. n in fact i dunno why i feel lethargic thinking of gng for it. it has nth to do with me not loving God. its the atmosphere and energy level. look into the sky, once it was up there. but now, look down to the ground. its there. sry, maybe i haven been putting in the effort.