She sat there...

"She sat there, trying her best not to let the tears slip down here face.

Why are you crying? She thought angrily. Nothing's wrong. 

But there were people to be missed, things to fail at,  hurts that went deep, hearts that broke.

Ah, well, she said to herself, at least there's always tomorrow."

Indeed.

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That's what happens when I smash my face into the keyboard.

This font reminds me of a typewriter. I really want a good, old fashioned type writer.


Look up hymn 72. I love it.


Sing like someone's listening, but you don't care what they think. Dance like everyone's watching, but you don't care what they think. Love like you been hurt before, but you're not going to let those hurts stop you.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

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