There is so much
That all have to Bring
When the weather
Is not what it was
When it was what it was
On the streets of rain and cold
No this is bold an you walk and 
Became a statue in the wind 
Of I think I am going
To fly up cause the that weird
Wind has me flying so cool. But high in the sky. The End

These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.

Written By Sarah Dessen

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