Spained

I'm Pink therefore i'm Spam

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The English summers.
Grass stained skirts danced the icy wind, our knees and teeth would shine.
She would hold my hand tighter than Bear, in the sunlight.
"Don’t get your feet wet, Bren"
School shoes became summer shoes, and summer shoes became wet shoes.
The warmth that brushed our hair and kissed our cheeks told us this is where we were suppose to be.
We didn’t stay.
Now I brush my own hair, kiss my own cheeks, hold my own hand, dry my own feet. 

The English summers.

Grass stained skirts danced the icy wind, our knees and teeth would shine.

She would hold my hand tighter than Bear, in the sunlight.

"Don’t get your feet wet, Bren"

School shoes became summer shoes, and summer shoes became wet shoes.

The warmth that brushed our hair and kissed our cheeks told us this is where we were suppose to be.

We didn’t stay.

Now I brush my own hair, kiss my own cheeks, hold my own hand, dry my own feet. 

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six hours of study and a tin of baked beans later…
Also that feeling when you finish three essays is better than sex

six hours of study and a tin of baked beans later…

Also that feeling when you finish three essays is better than sex