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We are so close, yet so far away our hearts feel bound over the miles yet we are still both growing and the emotions we're showing i think they are too early i think we're too young to fall in love So what am i going to say we're both still so close to each other when the guilt pangs come around i still cannot tell what's to be found wating around the corner i just know that i dont want to fall in love, yet... would you wait for me if i went away would you welcome me back, whether im here to stay or not i just think maybe we're moving too fast and falling in love would make too early an end im only on the first pages of my lif

Every time I think of your sad face I cannot help but think it is all my fault and I don't know whether what I'm feeling now is guilt or something else and all that I know that I know for sure is that I really know nothing at all so whatever results, I hope it is right I hope I did the right thing because I only get one chance at life but how can I discern true feelings from guilt-ridden thoughts of regret? in these times of confusion maybe I should have kept quiet and what did I mean, anyhow? they say you don't know what you've got till its gone but what have I got, and is it all gone? I hope I have made the right choices bec

Ned unlocks the door and, in the dim light of his dim life turns the handle to his future the apartment, near empty the squeaky couch and the fuzzy tv rumages through the refrigerator picking through the contents of his past with a plate of self-pity and a glass of regret Ned sits to eat his life a question burning his mind fleeting thoughts fleet less when hungry passing thoughts amble by stewing ideas cook for ages devoured by the void of the mind too many years wasted fresh carrots tossed away even more time spent moping without a hope for repair could it work? could it set him free? taking up an invisible rope tying

I stepped in out of the rain and closed the door. Pushing my way through my friends, I sat down at the table under the window and opened up the laptop. As I began setting up, a voice from the rear of the room took my attention. I leaped onto a table to find the voice's owner; I greeted him, and then made some jokes with some other friends. My parents summoned me into the next room. They were the bearers of bad news... What? I could not believe it. A full-fledged nuclear assault on the US... who... why? I knew why, I didnt spend long with that question. The fact remained, however. In fact, the idea seemed almost novel to me... the thought of