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Tomorrow

Youth is a bit cruel, isn’t it? A sparkling future is calling me. I want to be selfish, but I can’t even chase you too far. I’m waiting for a chance, quietly waiting for a chance I’ll wait forever, but it can’t end like this, can it? I love you so much but time won't stop. I want to grow old with you like this. Kindness is cruel, isn’t it? It throws my heart into confusion I’ve fallen in love. You probably haven’t noticed, have you? I thought for sure that it would pass in the blink of an eye. I probably know you better than I did before, but I want to know you more. I hope I can call you my friend. I've decided I'll accept your past and everything. I can’t go on like this. Well, can I? I’m doing nothing but creating fantasies. I need you, I've realized. There's no way I can go back to the past. I can’t move on so I want to have faith that miracles exist. Even the truth contradicts itself. I’d rather believe in groundless dreams than try to figure out the truth "Which way to tomorrow?" After you, there is no sense to it anyway.
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Nov 5, 2011
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