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For my Past Love:
I thought I'd cry for you forever, but I couldn't so I didn't. people's children die and they don't even cry forever. I thought I'd see your face in my mind forever, but I don't even remember what your ears looked like.

For my New Love:
up here life seems more like living, and living mirrors love, and love just leaves me breathless. on we go.

For my Best Friend:
It is true, I am certain, that you will write many more books than I will, but it is me, not you, who was born to be the writer.

For my True Friends:
some day I'll see your name in lights and I will smile.

For my Family:
no matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. there's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention.

For Everyone:
I understand. I get it, the situation, lifestyle, human existance, whether it be presented in spring or winter or 1809. I understand you, regardless of race, sex, or criminial history. I can comprehend. I empathize, with your ill-fated circumstances, his opinion that casual sex still subsists, her bleeding heart. in the darkness of the truth that distances your shallow friends and sheltered family, I nod my head in recognition.

For the World:
I know we're all souls just trying to connect but we're all left searching on our own.

they said it wasn't true

it seems like people use "pretty" and "beautiful" when they lack the capacity to think of something more substantial. I'm not saying that those words are meaningless. they have definitely brightened many days, but I'm beginning to find that those words are a lot like "love."

it only has meaning when certain people say it in certain circumstances with a certain tone of earnestness.

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BUH TXMES 2: okay so i drove past your house today..what are you guys doinggggg?
K4T3X: making a space ship :]
BUH TXMES 2: cute

my house is under construction. :3

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I imagine it's the feeling Eve had as she bit into that apple. Or Hamlet when he saw his father's ghost. Or Jesus as a boy, right after someone sat him down and told him his pa wasn't a carpenter after all.

What is the word for that feeling? For knowledge and fear and loss all mixed together? Frisdom? Dreadnaciousness? Malbominance?