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It's midnight
I'm outside, alone
Looking at the stars
Talking to them as if they were long lost friends
Whispering secrets
Knowing they won't tell a soul
Laying on the ground
Making snow angels
Like I'm five years old again
No one can bring me down tonight
It's just me, the stars, and my dreams
The rest of the world has disappeared
Though my nose is cold
And my feet are numb
I…
ContinueAdded by Carissa Galow on December 16, 2010 at 11:05pm — 2 Comments
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