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I loved him. He was the silent and quiet type and I couldn't really figure out why I liked him. I mean my type usually doesn't consist of the mysterious kind, but he was different, I don't know maybe it was something in those beautiful eyes that drew me in. There was just something in that blank expression that wanted me to find out more, for instance what was really going on in his mind that did not appear on the surface of his open glare into my soul? I even remember when we first met: he was walking around with his friends on the farm and I knew he was the one for me as soon as I saw him. I didn't believe in love at first sight before i m

I would tell you I love you but then I would have to kill you or me or us atleast we could be together then. Is it not Obvious in my blushing, the way I smile around you? I only do it just so you could fall in love with my smilng inviting eyes the way I fell in love with yours. if only you could read between the lines hiden amoung the stars of fate and the freckles in my face. No I guess not, we rarely have ever talked except in my daydreams. I cant say I love you because I dont know you, although I feel like I do. But you did not feel the connection when i walked in, and you stillhave yet to. You just saw a shy girl but thats ok. the o

Drown in Happiness Be happy It is a choice. Even if you have to put on a mask just for a little while. We are all just faking it in this sick ulgy messed up world and we all just want to be happy. And hugged And loved And understood And cared for. But the secret is you can hug love understand and care for yourself. You are are beautiful on the Outside Inside Everywhere. In your Heart Brain Lungs And your Eyes which hold all the blazing wonders we call stars. And you have the power to be happy. Stop that crying and suck up those tears and drink your sorrow. Put on your mask and fake it until you make it and belive in all those other moti

My heart pumps faster as I look up to this beast; I act fearless but we know thats a lie. The waiting is worse than the ride, and the slow clicking upward going to the rhythm of your heart is worse than the wait. And for a brief second the world around you doesn't matter. All earthly problems go away. You scream a brilliant, exuberant, real, raw scream. Letting your lungs fill up with a gust of crisp air your hair flies free with the wind   your hands cant stop from going up with joy you are breaking out of your shell you laugh with excitement and forgotten fear. The world around you isn't even real the only real thing is the moment. So y