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Love. Hate. Anger. Lust. Sadness. Joy.
Emotions are progressive.
They continue even when you wish for them to stop.
You have no choice
but to watch them grow and develop.
For better or worse.
Sour and but never sweet. Seems a lot like life, does it not? Or maybe like love? Either way, it twists your face with it's sour flavor and surprising taste.
"I love you," I try to say.
"Why can't you understand that," I think.
It seems that everytime I talk the only thing you hear is a different language.
I am telling you something straight from my heart and soul.
But you only hear an unintelligible meow.
Today is the day that our story will be told. We are new and we are young. We are full of hope and potential. Our story will no longer be unwritten.
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