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writings about
walking around
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the prom
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and
moving forward
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they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yet your beauty strikes me somewhere in the chest. i question, always question what it means to be human, & words are welling up in my ribcage struggling to get out, but alas i am afraid to exhale in fear that these words will one day
reach your ears;





i love you, you are beautiful.
rachael, 04/28/04

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