People say that words don't hurt. Well, those people would be wrong. Words hurt more than anything else in the world. I have experienced this my entire life. From bullies, even my own family. It makes me think of suicide. And I think past memories are starting to haunt me. But I always say to myself that love is louder than the presure to be perfect...

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Deep down I love, but up high I hate you. You see deep down and know my true feelings. Which means I'm only lying to myself. Because it's so hard to lie to you when you look at me with those beautiful brown eyes. Everything you say to me makes as much sense as life. It makes total sense. I wish I could just kiss you and get it over with. But deep down, I'm too nervous. I love you too much.
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My dear, we dance a slow waltz around our shattered love. Trying to avoid the crumbling peices of our love that falls from the heavens. The Earth seems to crumble beneath our feet. We hold onto each other for dear life, we hold onto our love. The love that we've lived our life by. The love that used to hold us together, but now breaks us apart. I won't deny my continuous love for you that will never fade. No matter what forces try to break us apart. I will hold on. Even when you let go. I che...

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Is love merely a game of "Chance?" Hoping that he will love her. And she will love him. Or is it a burning rage of fury which seems that burning rage seems to make you want more? As it becomes casual and delicate. The hurt and hate, becomes love and desire. I feel that if I were to love you, it would suffice.

It would be my choice, as not to be a game of "Chance." Or to be that burning rage in the slightest way. But to be a yearning, casual summer's day. That would never end. As I wish you ...

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My heart feels whole when I'm with him. Like he's everything I've ever needed. He makes me smile whenever he smiles. I love his smile. His stupid brace-face that I love. I'm torn between him and another boy. His eyes sparkle so bright when I catch him looking at me from across the classroom. People say that he likes me. But I don't know. I really don't think it's possible. His eyes probably only sparkle because of the way I look at him the light. Why is it so hard to read boys? And vice-versa...
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I am not going to start naming who he is...And why. But I will say he makes me feel like I'm really here. That I'm not worthless. If not that, when he looks at me I melt. I'm not afraid...I wish I could tell him. I wish I could just walk up to him one day and grab him by the shoulders. And then kiss him. And maybe he wouldn't pull back. Maybe he would kiss me back. Maybe he would feel the same way...If only...
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I really care about you. I really feel like I know you. I really feel like you're the one for me. I care, I share. I feel like you don't though. Somehow, you've shown your interest. I'm not saying you're in love with me, like I'm in love with you. But lately, I don't know. You're just something new. You're sweet, and kind. Everything I've ever wanted in a guy. You can sing, dance, act. You're just so...Special. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I love you. I've loved you since the day w...
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