my hair hangs heavy against my back a contrast of hers falling so softly against my arm leaning in to me as we go over next weeks lesson plan and... she doesn't smile as often as she used to and neither do i knowing we could have been more that what we are always planning for tomorrow when tonight seems so goddamn longBirth sign: Libra
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