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The dim lighting surrounded us. It was hard to see, but quiet enough so that we could still hear. I saw your face, your bright eyes dancing around in the dark shadows of the light. It was still so very dark. But the smile you were wearing was good enough to provide the light.
The dim lighting surrounded us. It was hard to see, but quiet enough so that we could still hear. I saw your face, your smile dancing around in the dark shadows of the light. The light wasn't bright enough. I couldn't see your whole face. But at the same time, it was enough.
Study is such a gross word. I'm tired of studying. I've spent my entire life in school. If the world really does end in 2012 then I'll be so very very sad. Sure, studying and attaining an education is important, but there's so much more to the world. There's so much to do and so much to see. So yes, go ahead and study. But make sure you do other things too.
The sound of my mother's laughter is what allowed me to keep going. When times are rough and all I wanted to do was to give up, I would think about that laugh, that unforgettable and signature laugh, and I would remain inspired. My mother was an inspiration to me for many reasons, and her laughter was merely an emblem of it.
The whole time he felt as if whatever he was feeling, whatever he was going through, wasn't real. "Maybe it's all in my head," he would say to himself. "Maybe I'm just making this up." He didn't know if it was right or if this was the way it was supposed to be. To him, it wasn't real. It was abstract.
It's interesting how our tires are all the same but still so different. They're all made of the same material and they're all manufactured in the same fashion. But they all take us to different places, different destinations, and different worlds.
I always wanted the perfect husband. Tall, dark, and handsome of course. One whose smile would light up the room but would still be shy when he was around me. One who knew exactly what to do whenever I didn't. One who would take care of me in this world where nobody else would.
I remember the way that spring felt on my skin. The wind was cooler and the sun was brighter. The air smelled fresh and all around me I saw the beautiful green.
There were stacks of papers everywhere. All around me, all I saw was words. My words, your words, inspired by all the things we had gone through when we were apart, when we were together, when we knew it wouldn't last. The stacks reminded me and that's why the stacks had to leave.
They warned me not to do this. They told me it was wrong, that it wouldn't end well. They said I should stop as soon as I get the chance. But something inside me allowed me to keep going. Something inside me, allowed me to fall.
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