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As we all know, people slowly fade, like colors in a storybook. I can’t make up my mind whether I want to hold on or not. The weight of my heart is begging me to do so, but later tortures me when I try to.I know things cant be, wont be the same, for evolving with them is a mighty crown of thorns. Him, Her, Me, You, Them, Us. It's all just paint muddled together. The brightest of the days remind me of how intricate the picture has become. Often though, I wonder whose signature possibly claims all of this. I think too much. I love too much and I hate too much. I question too much and hide too much. If these are the things that wholly define me, I am nothing but a stranger in my mirror. All in all, life has carried me so far from what I thought I knew.

All we ever wanted was the key to everything.

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Watched 10 things I hate about you for the first time today. Cried like a baby. -_- **I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.