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Author: .mate.feed.kill.repeat.
Fiction Rated: T - English - Friendship - Published: 10-12-09 - Updated: 10-12-09 - Complete - id:2730401

my headphones slip into my ears and my
heart skips a beat as i
hear his voice filtering into my sedentary

brain and i
come alive.

i miss that boy so much i can’t
think in class and i
can’t sleep at night
unless i'm
with him.

this isn't love
but

some days i almost
wish it was.

a/n: It’s not actually his voice but
Metallica reminds me of him so it might as well
be him.

He's buying me a tshirt from the Metallica show tomorrow night. =]



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