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"Burned" By: Ellen Hopkins
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"Some people never find love at all,
Pattyn. Count yourself blessed
if it ever happens your way."

Sometimes I wish I were the girls from the books I read
Falling in love with the perfect someone.
Perfect scenes as if they were hand selected out a movie.
Perfect kisses and perfect romantic lives.

Then I remember none of this is real
Therefore love doesn't exsist.