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02. "Can we stop being friends?" "Yong..." She is stunned for a moment and then she catches his eyes, so vulnerable. "I hate it. I hate being called your best friend.
*on the phone Girl : (at the airport) Hey Boy : (at his house) what's up. Odd for you to be calling me *laughs Girl : [silence...] Boy : hello. Are you there. Girl : hey, I'm sorry.
Once upon a time. I commited a bloody crime. I took a knife and made red. A now this hater's dead. A pool of blood lies on the floor. As I'm walking out the door. You will never hate again.
#emotion. #acorns. Let the water run over me. Let it cleanse my soul. Let it wash away the stains of sin. Let it rain down upon me. Let it remove the suspicion. Let it purify me from within.
Now, I don't know how to tell you this It's really quite hard But I want to tell you I like you That for you I'd let down my guard So I want to ask you a question And I don't know what you'll do I...
Leias letter to rich Rich, my love. I deeply honestly, truly love you, always. Those feelings for Jonah pulled me down as my falling for him made quite an impact.
#household. "Hello my name is Eddie12309. This is hard, I'll take my time. Yes, I admit I'm a closet ABBA fan. That's right even Rubber Ball Man. Im sending out an SOS.
Hiding the feelings that grow ever so stronger. the time that we are apart feels even longer. the clock ticks and the cold breeze flows. as for me I know where my heart glows.
An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of Rimini , Italy , went to the local church for confession.
Dear Mary, I know you don't want to hear from me After what I've done, And I can only tell you every day is hard Since your husband's gone.
You my friend are a damn disgrace, So shut up now and save some face. Death is not a game to play, And murdering is not ok.
Bind, torture, kill Do you get the idea. Bind, torture, kill Wichita d'you hear The screams of my victims While I write my letters. Hush lil' darlin' It ain't gonna get better.
Kneel down once, twice, three times. However many tries it takes to get the perfect position. Close your eyes & fold your hands. Weave that rosary between your thinning fingers.
She paused by her phone. What if he didn't want to hear what she had to say. He wasn't the angry type, but this had never come up between them. Ellie had just said to do it quick.
I know this is a lot to take in, All these poems I've written for you. It may seem like I'm pretending, But every word I've written is true. I really do like you boy, All these words are no fake lies.
The elderly Italian man went to his parish priest and asked if the priest would hear his confession. "Of course, my son," said the priest.
I can't keep secrets. I prefer to let them loose... Then walk away with haste. Leaving behind a bitter taste. Selfish, I know... But oh, does it feel good.
I was going to use my day off to get some practice for Saturday. But I had to come back early because of the rain.
Oops. My bad. Sorry I've taken a piece of yours. I've to admit, it's a shady move. I rained on your love parade and stolen your groove. Sorry for the many times he went missing.
Always there for each other whenever he needs me & always tell eachother all sorts of stories about our life & what we were going through , never once we felt shy to talk about those problems we...