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What if? What if, What if, what if? The questions that pester us day in and day out. The ones that leave us scared and stressed. What if I ***** things up with you? What if I leave you as damaged as myself? What if I can't make you happy? What if this is all a waste? What if someday I hate all the little things I love about you? What if I make too many mistakes or press to hard against your affection? Or, possibly more terrifying, what if we fall in love? What if we make it another year and a half? What if I don't want to follow your dreams? Or even worse, what if you would rather follow me? I could never do that to you. You have no choice, you have to follow those dreams of yours. They're bigger than either of us, or whatever city we could choose to live in. You are not allowed to sacrifice for me. The future has nothing in store for us. So is there a point to be happy now but crippled by loss later? We don't stand a chance against fate. Fate is looking us in the eyes and laughing. Oh the hysteria.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
What If's and What If's
What if? What if, What if, what if? The questions that pester us day in and day out. The ones that leave us scared and stressed. What if I ***** things up with you? What if I leave you as damaged as myself? What if I can't make you happy? What if this is all a waste? What if someday I hate all the little things I love about you? What if I make too many mistakes or press to hard against your affection? Or, possibly more terrifying, what if we fall in love? What if we make it another year and a half? What if I don't want to follow your dreams? Or even worse, what if you would rather follow me? I could never do that to you. You have no choice, you have to follow those dreams of yours. They're bigger than either of us, or whatever city we could choose to live in. You are not allowed to sacrifice for me. The future has nothing in store for us. So is there a point to be happy now but crippled by loss later? We don't stand a chance against fate. Fate is looking us in the eyes and laughing. Oh the hysteria.
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
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