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if i look back, i am lost
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trying on a metaphor
Noah Kahan
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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RMH

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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YOU // Keaton Henson
I See You (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/20T94Gl Josh McCarson was your ordinary rich bad boy/hot guy/player he was like a god in Everet High School all the guys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to be with him. He was living the life with his motorbikes, fancy cars, and girls at his beck and call but what happens when his world literally crashes with none other than Camilla Whites. Camilla was a wallflower she tends to keep stuff to herself and prefer the company of books rather than people. She really loves to be alone since she's already used to it being an only child and both your parents constantly working and all. Though she has some friends she never really had felt that she really belonged but that will change after a stranger sits besides her crying body and just keeps her company. -------------------- "Hey what's wrong?" I ask her. She looks up at me and just stares with tears in her eyes. I can't help suck my breathe as her eyes made contact with mine. Those blue green eyes looked at me with so much sorrow but still manged to be so beautiful. She looked my age and she was also beautiful with her strwberry blonde hair shining in the dark. She looked down and just continued crying.
Fitz: There's nothing to discuss, Jemma.
Simmons: Maybe there is.
Resist much, obey little.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via briefquotes)
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