Me, myself and IIt cannot hurt.I walk home with him. I'm one of those awkward types of girl that you may come to know.He's just broken up with his girlfriend, she trails slowly behind us. She pretends to ignore us while pretending to listen to her music. She's prettier than me and I know it. She has a style and cares about her image.Not me.I'm fair faced, not quite ugly but easy to overlook in a crowd; nothing special. I have no style, I don't care about what people think but when it comes to boys I know that he has always been the one I wanted.Since the true beginning of my life in secondary school we became friends, walked home together and began to love each other. I loved him and dreamed of a white dress and a beautiful home with a view of the emerald Moore.She was like a cutting dagger. She sent me e-mails to lodge me away but I was never swayed, neither was he or so I thought.Slowly we were torn, he never walked with me anymore, I was sad but still wondered over in the cold evenings at lu
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