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EVERYTIME I THINK I'M IN CONTROL, SOMETHING ELSE IS GOING ON.
Thursday, September 17, 2009, 7:30 PM

I want the kind of love where you are with him all the time. Where you have pillow fights, or throw balloons at each other. When he’ll give me ice cream and then shove it in my face. Where he wants to know exactly what was said every time I talk to another boy, because he “just wants to make sure nothing’s going on”, where he’ll walk beside me. but mainly, just where he’ll love me.
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