You are.Mature

People keep telling me Dean likes me.

But I'm not sure who to believe.

I might ask him.

Although he is a  boy.

And boys always say one thing and then mean another.

I hate boys sometimes.

I can't stop loving Dean.

I hate  love too.

Love is like oxygen.

You can't live without it.

How I wish I could...


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