< praying for rain
praying for rain

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hello, i'm eighteen and i am no longer a dancing queen.

speak now

I think what hurts the most is that I remember when you were the sweetest guy I had ever met. You sent me “good morning” texts and told me I was beautiful and smart. You kissed my shoulders and ran your fingers through my hair.

Now I have no idea who you are but the memories of you are killing me.