I shed my tears when I think about him, although I get butterflies everytime I see him. He makes me sad, but also happy. I can no longer trust my feelings, as they lie to me. I hate the way I feel when I'm with him, because I don't want to be happy or sad. Feelings that play trick on me, that don't make sense. That lie and decieve me. I hate those feelings I get in my stomach, like I've dry-swallowed a huge pill. Or I've just had a heart attack.

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Call it what you will...Fear...Regret...Raw emotion. I don't care at all. For the blooming love from a red rose that never fades only unkempt to all I fear. For sorrow is not an excuse for living, or for wishing not to live. It's merely something mistaken for an emotion that people often feel is an emotion. It's sad. People say thier life is filled with sorrow. When really it is filled with regret, pity, violence, and real emotion.

People say that they would throw everything away because they ...
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