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she was across the room staring at him. he walked through the door eagerly searching for her. his eyes were blood shot from crying prior to his arrival. his hands were fidgeting with his hands. his forehead was splotched with sweat. his gaze met hers. they watched each other. they were studying each other.
we are breakable.
we are replaceable.
if so then why do we exist?
if so then why do we choose to resist?
shuffle the cards.
play the game.
all there is to do is see what happens.
not a perfect match?
ah, but wait, another behind this one awaits.
this card should do just fine.
hearts are the world's most fragile treasures.
they can hold so much, but only take so much.
i feel like our hearts have gone through so much in the small course of two years.
i find myself thinking about that way to often.
i find myself wanting our hearts to be in sync as they used to be.
all i have left are memories.
all i have left are flashbacks.
all i have left are good times i wish i still had.
all i have left are bad times i wish i could go back and change.
all i want left are your arms holding me.
all i want left are your lips pressed against mine.
all i want left is you.
all i want left is us.
orchestra is like plethora.
the orchestra is a lovely way to spend time.
i go watch whenever i can.
i wish i could say i played in my school's.
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