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#23 : Save me from the drama.
Monday, February 13, 201211:11 PM

Sometimes you make me feel funny and something I don't understand. Sometimes you make me feel a little angry, when you take someone else's hand. People point and laugh when I have you by my side, I act like they're stupid but somehow I really care. But inside something's telling me we will never end up like that. To you, I am just another human, someone you see just everyday. But to me, I don't know, I like seeing you and I won't join a game until you come and play. I know I won't take a chance and tell myself "maybe", 'cause if there's to be a future for us, it's one I'll never see. Sometimes I tell stories to myself, and you're definitely playing the main role. Whether is it building sandcastles during the summer, or putting a jacket over me when it's cold. I find ways to try to talk to you, though it makes me sound funny and all. You won't believe how my heart beats and how my mind shield when you call.