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I'm in love with the boy who's scared of nothing aside from the pain I could possibly feelThe boy who gets upset when a lady is treated unfairly, no matter if he knows the girlThe boy who talks with God, and me, and shares his morally sound beliefsWho feels unthreatened by many dangers in the world as he knows he's got God, and maybe a gun, on his side       those protections for the ones he lovesThe boy who takes risks, but remembers me, always to remain safe and keep care, 'cause he feels he ain't got just himself to uphold anymoreHe who never fades the smile with his friendly gaze; a boy nothing short of perfectly happy and content with...

       I cannot tell you life was wasted in those days we were closer than a pie's crust to its filling. But I can tell you there was somewhat of a waste in the process of giving up and throwing away the best love can bring. Ha, nostalgia all in one is wonderful and chilling, and even during the darkest of all days I can think back to memories we created, the fondest of them capable of crushing the black crow's croak and making her sing.        Regrets are foreign to my content self, though there were times I wondered if it was I who had done wrong. I have realized you meant well in dodging those now lost, potential lies, and your intentio...

Two men sit at a brown table located in a small room. To the backside of the detective is a two-way mirror. The other man stares blankly at the table while he fiddles with his hands under it. James: I put tulips under all the pillows and then I set fire to the house. Detective: Why did you do this? And why are you confessing so willingly? James: Well, Mr. Cheam, when you live in a place full of people you love that fill you with hate, your mind ends up thinking more towards the flipped side, and hatred consumes. Detective: What were the tulips representing? James: Their sweet death. It's a promising and delightful goodbye. D...

       I cannot tell you life was wasted in those days we were closer than a pie's crust to its filling. But I can tell you there was somewhat of a waste in the process of giving up and throwing away the best love can bring. Ha, nostalgia all in one is wonderful and chilling, and even during the darkest of all days I can think back to memories we created, the fondest of them capable of crushing the black crow's croak and making her sing.        Regrets are foreign to my content self, though there were times I wondered if it was I who had done wrong. I have realized you meant well in dodging those now lost, potential lies, and your intentio...