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That Was The Thing About Pictures--they Were Worth A Thousand Words, But Sometimes They Weren't The Right Ones.

It Didn't Help That She Was Painfully Shy And Kept To Herself, Because Then They Just Thought She Was Stuck-up, Which She Wasn't. She Was Just Quiet.

Love. It's So Close To Hate, It's Almost Indistinguishable. But This Is How It Was For The Two Of Them. Love And Hate. Life And Death. Joy And Anguish.

It Was Maddening How Your Best Friend Could Twist The Knobs Inside Of You So Much That It Hurt.

I Know You. I Know This Isn't You. And Even If It Is, I Still Love You. As Much As I Always Have. You Will Always Be Mine. I Will Always Love You, I Promised You That When You Left, And It's True Now.