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Let's call him Jim. He was at a turning point in his life, and he didn't think he could live with his decision. It will break them, and she'll be the one who ends up hurting the most. He knows this, and he dreads it. He doesn't want to hurt her, he loves her. But things are different now. Things have changed. It's not the same kind of love. She's his dearest friend, nothing more. It's not the same for her. She loves him completely. She needs him in her life, but he knows he can't be there, and it's tearing him apart inside. She knows something is wrong, but he'll neveLet's call him Jim.


Alice and Never Neverland There once was a girl who had a bad habit of chasing after a little white rabbit who ran to a tree and dove underneath down the rabbit hole we go down the rabbit hole we goAlice and Never Neverland
The cheshire cat he smiles at me knowing I can't control what'


The End is Beautiful.Red light, Don't Walk. Staring. Green light, Walk.The End is Beautiful.
A perpetual line of humans trudge across the busy intersection as they've done now for years. It's their way of life, and hey, why change it? They cross the street to head towards their jobs, their homes, their Seven Elevens, without any real or true purpose but to simply exist. But there's nothing wrong with it, it's basic, it natural, it's human. In the end, everything we ever do is natural, so it will never be wrong, we're just following our basic, instinctual habits. Bu
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sitting in your bedroom floor you in socked feet pulling at the carpet threads as if they were blades of grass while I sport faux velvet electric blue All Stars, reading out loud from one of my bookshelf's favorites, just at the part where a Botticelli meets the Flux Capacitor
I'd want to ask you things like do you prefer Jones Soda's
Fufu Berry or Green Apple and if you sleep against the wall or are you attracted to body heat and always wake up
to find yourself arm flung over and face buried in the shoulder &


Because He Loves HerThe sky is blue Because it's the color of her eyes Music captures the heart Because of the melody of her laugh Art is beautiful Because the colors are reminiscent of her The wind blows Because of the way her hair dances with it Fire burns Because of the way she can be so warm Flowers bloom Because they smell like her Love stories are written Because they give her hope And make her smile The ocean is deep Because he loves herBecause He Loves Her


Letters to....I just wanted to say hi again before we don't talk. (It's okay; I know how these things usually go.) There's so much that I'd still like to discuss For what's it worth, you sounded a lot cooler thanLetters to....
you probably think. I'm sorry that I didn't catch more
like the beer you were drinking, what your online name is and your major, and that you never messaged back. Just so you know, I would have bored you and your mom wouldn't have liked me, so things really couldn't have
worked out anyway, though, as a silver lining, it could
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