Finished Folds (1—3)
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4She liked me, I loved her. She was just fifteen
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3I picked up my dark shallow mind from staring at the floor, just to find my enemy hoovering me. I should've never told her mother that she
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5If I could read minds I think I'd hate the world even more. If everyone even my family and friends could read mine they'd probably kill me. Thank God for silent thoughts.