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Home Again

My girlfriend is finally home again... She doesn't understand this (probably) but she is my home. So now, I'm home again, too. I think that she probably regrets some of her decision to come home, but I've been doing everything possible for her to love being back; which has failed so far. BUT, I'll get better at it... It's like not doing math for an entire summer, and then you go back to school, rememorize certain formulas, and then you're eventually a math wizard again.

I know she's reading this, thinking I'm soooo cute or whatever, buuut what she doesn't know is that I think she is the cuuuutest girl of all time. And she better start frikkin smiling and grinning so I can see those perfectly pink cheeks.

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Waiting

I'm waiting for her. I am so ready to just hold her hand and not even think about anyone else's opinion. I just want to love her. She's like Heaven to me. I'd love to make her feel like she's not alone and that she can trust me. I'd love for her to come home to me. But, still, I'm waiting. I'll wait as long as it takes. I'm in love with this girl.

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I'm in one of those writing moods. I always feel like if I put down all of my thoughts and problems out on paper, then it'll be easier for me to forget about them. It's like taking them out of my mind and throwing them away with words.

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Today

I fell into nothing at the thought of losing my heart.
A stream of salt and anger pushed me to the floor as I drowned.
I reached to find that the water had stopped flowing and that my lungs were no longer flooding with this hurt.
She took my hand and I was there; Standing above water, looking down at my reflection, as hers faded away and sank to the bottom of my heart.

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Big Guy

I don't know what's happening. I know that God's out there. He must be. But I'm so scared. I find myself tricking my mind into second guessing my faith.

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Big Guy

I don't know what's happening. I know that God's out there. He must be. But I'm so scared. I find myself tricking my mind into second guessing my faith.

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Him and Her

My life hasn't exactly been perfect. I mean, nobody's has. I've been close to success but still far away from what I need. I've nearly had everything going right, and then I've had times where I had nothing. I think God gives me test of faith. But, also, He used to make me doubt myself. I wasn't sure if He really wanted me to be happy, or if He just couldn't stand my smile. When I talk about God, people think I'm joking, but I believe in Him more than anyone knows. People don't take the time to really see me, I guess.

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Saturday Love

I don't know if she knows this or not, but she ligjts up my life. She makes me so happy and I just want to hold her so hard that she can feel the way I feel through my arms. I would do anything to show her that she's what keeps me going through the day. She makes me smile, and laugh, and get this childish feeling through my body. I can be who I am around her and I see who I want to be through her eyes. I am so in love with that girl. I'd give her anything. I'd do anything for her. I'd run a thousand miles and I'd climb a hundred volcanos just to have her in my grasp again. I love you Thea.

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My Little Lion

I remember when she walked up the stairs and I could feel my jaw hitting her hard wood floor. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. I had to literally bend down, pick up my watering mouth, and compose myself. Her hand was shaking so bad when she pinned on my (boot-in-ear). Her eyes were the perfect shade of brown and I melted everytime she aimed them at me. Like she was shooting me with Cupid's darts. But I was already in love with her before I took that first arrow to the heart. I remember pretending to have confidence, when really, I was scared out of my mind. After everything went wrong, like the car getting stuck in snow, things quickly escalated into a great night. Dancing with her is like one of my favorite things. Its like holding on to the world, and no one can take it from you. and that night, I felt like I had the whole world in my hands. I remember goofing around, and "grinding," pictures, and that smile that totally knocked me off my feet everytime I saw it.

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That Mask I Wear

I love my friends, okay? I really do. They're fun and they look out for me. But they don't really see or understand how much I'm hurting. Everytime I laugh, or smile, or run around and act like I'm having a good time, all I'm really doing is trying to pretend that everything is going fine with me. BUT EVERYTHING IS NOT FINE! I miss her. And I know it's a dumb idea to rely on someone so much, and I knoedw I have a lot of reasons to be happy, but she made me feel like I wasnt totally alone in the way I feel about things. she was the main reason I smiled and got excited about the day. she still is the reason I laugh and go crazy hyper. but. the smile I wear the days shes not here is just a mask I wear to hide how much I wish she was here. I know she loves me. And I know that she'll be back, but that doesnt mean Im happy being without her.