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So many things to say, but no way to say them.
All these little incoherent thoughts swimming aimlessly in my mind'
Just, swimming around.
Occasionally bumping into each other, giving birth to new genius.
Yet I can't seem to get out three simple words
The words that can break the closest bonds of friendship
And at the same time start a lifetime relationship.

I'm torn in two.
Should I tell him how I feel?
Or leave us at a distance,
Always with an awkwardness blocking our friendship?
Eventually I must decide, but does it have to be now?
How can I know his feelings when I cannot read him?
Why must I question every detail when I am around him?

He is my secret oxygen
Never knowing how much he really means,
And probably never will.
I'll end up sitting back, watching him live his life
From the sidelines, always regretting, fretting
Wishing I could just muster the courage
To open my heart.




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On Wednesday May 14th, 2008, After hours (574) writes:
Ahh, that old chestnut, such an exciting yet terrifying time to be had, however you handle the situation include a bit of humor, it's good for flexing words and ideas....and if it doesn't go your way then 'you were only fucking around' ....keep us posted, good luck.


On Tuesday May 13th, 2008, the-rapist (367) writes:
that was really beautiful and tragic.



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