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I suppose since I'm overly analytic about things, I should just take what's given to me and accept it. No, no, there's nothing wrong with being overly analytic, I suppose.
"Living life just like deer in headlights; terrified, blind and wait to die. I wonder when they'll come get me."
It's as if he doesn't even care about his illness; he does the things he was advised not to do by the doctors.
Convincing me that he loves me until it sticks.
I remember writing a poem in my high school, sophomore year, comparing life and cigarettes. I wish I could recall it, better. The little I do recall, however, is what I don't agree with, today. I can't compare life and cigarettes, now, even if I tried. They're not the same.
The girl with the bow bowed before the gentleman and said, "Thank you for complimenting my etiquette."
I don't know much about etiquette. That's probably because I don't have much of it, myself.
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