Post by CLARISSA RAMONE on Jun 20, 2010 14:31:56 GMT -5
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you loved me 'cause I'm fragile
when I thought that I was strong.[/center]
Clarissa nodded and managed a tiny smile. “That’s the spirit.” One more person. Hopefully Victoria’s roommate was somebody Clarissa could get along with. Or at least manage a couple hours with. Some girls were vicious. She was hoping that Victoria’s roomie was the complete opposite of that. Before the new semester and Becky, Clarissa had been roommates with a particularly mean girl. It’s not like she was mean on purpose. She was just naturally a cruel person. It’d been tough. Clarissa had been ecstatic to have a new roomie. Becky was much better.
Clarissa listened closely and still didn’t really understand. What was this about? A boy, maybe? Clarissa sort of understood. You didn’t want to say anything because you’re worried it’ll be true. Did that make sense? Clarissa felt like it should. She’d been a close friend with Victoria long enough. Clarissa was the type to understand, to offer advice and, if needed, a shoulder to cry on. “Well,” Clarissa started and paused. “Is it bad? I mean, the truth isn’t all bad.”
but you touch me for a little while
and all my f r a g i l e strength is gone.[/font]
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