My name is Laura, i don't expect you to understand. I'm seventeen. I don't believe in much anymore. Mayday Parade = favorite. I'm tougher than I look.
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You didn’t know him but you wanted to know his name, what he did for a living, where he lived, what was his background, how it would feel to be surrounded by his big ol’ arms — arms that looked warm and cozy and meant to fit around a tiny, petite girl like you. You didn’t know him but you wanted…
Thu, May 27th 2010