

As the Radio Sang SoftlyIn my mind, I would have gone back. I would turn to him and say, “Wesley, you’re not going to make it to graduation.” He would smile and laugh replying, “What are you talking about, Toni? I’ll be right up there with you.” Sadly, there are some things that are not meant to be and a better mode of time travel other than regrets has yet to be established. I left the school after my freshman year and Wesley did not even make it to graduation. “Toni. Toni. He’s dead.” “Who?” “Wesley. Little Wesley Smith.” It was the fall of theAs the Radio Sang Softly
Atleast I think that's my house number..
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The less real I am to you, the more perfect you can make me.
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I'm a poet. Take a look: [link]
Member of ~scrawled
The less real I am to you, the more perfect you can make me.
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"I feel very guilty. It's clear that one shouldn't love 'just because' but 'because of'."
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"No one worth possessing can be quite possessed."
- Sara Teasdale
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