I still have the rose you gave me so long ago.....
Traped inside the prision I call home when I wish I was with you insted.
Roses are red violets are blue my tears havent dried but how are you?
You are my rose in a world of flowers!
Thinking of everything you told me and relizing they were all lies.....
Somethings never change but unfortunitly feelings do....
He loves me not....
The thoughts of you with her hurt the most......
Looking out the window i imagine you with her.....wishing for a moment that i was her not me.
Dear santa, could you possibly just maybe bring me LOVE this chrismas cause you are magical enough to make a lie come true.... -Riley
Wandering the streets all alone wishing you would come home....
Dear diary.....
sometimes the simplest things in life mean the most....
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