Treasure Island

Sandra Kelley

(May 27,1999 / Waco, Texas)

I've Told


I told him
But I don't know what to expect

What will he say
what will he do
what will happen

How will he handle it
I'm afriad of the out come
I'm afriad of what will happen
I'm afriad of everything that will change
I'm afriad of the things I'll miss

I'm just afriad
But I can't be afriad

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013
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My boyfriend, Chase, lives in Britain and he's 17 so he joined the army over there and well I told him once I turned 18 I'm joining the navy and he didn't like that I'd at all. I would be the second or third child (depends if my.cousin joins(in the fourth generation of Kelley's to join the Navy

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