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And you walked away. And everything I\'ve worked on in the last 3 months walks away with you. What do I do to this? How do I deal with this? How do I stop myself of thinking about you every moment of my life? So fine, walk away I\'ve been there every point of your life but I won\'t be there now And I hope you need me as much as I needed you.

Mike sighed, and lit another cigarette. He knew he had to quit. He knew he had to quit, he just didn't know how. He knew if he didn't quit he was in danger of going into debt again. He knew if he didn't quit he was endangering his health. He knew if he didn't quit he risked losing his job, which was in a non-smoking area, a result of which meant he had to leave the building to smoke, and it was cutting into his worktime. Most of all, he knew he had to quit, or he'd lose his wife. She'd had enough. The problem, he reflected, is how he was to quit. How are you supposed to stop doing something you've done for the best part of 15 years? He was a

Cheryl, Well. Look how far we've come, eh? Through everything that's happened… You know, I never did stop loving you. Not once. I'm not even sure if I should be calling it love at the moment, knowing everything I now know, but for want of a better way to put it, that's how it stays. For now. Maybe it's not love, maybe it's just wanting what I can't have. Maybe it's just a fantasy that'll never come true. Who knows. It certainly feels like love, although it's been a while since I've had the opportunity to feel it. And today I had to sit through you telling me how you're getting closer to Luke. And while I shouldn't mind, it was only inevita

I look around and see nothing but darkness how did I get here? I don\'t know, I\'m not sure but the darkness moves in and with the darkness comes the feelings and I can\'t fight these feelings off. I look to my past, I see a string of bad decisions, bad choices, bad ideas I look to my future, I don\'t know what I see, just darkness staring back at me I look around again, to my present and I see you, my friends moving towards me, bringing the light, chasing the feelings away I look to my past again, what do I see? Decisions that made me me, who I am I look to my future again, what do I see? It doesn\'t matter, I\'ll cross that b

Is it cold back there? you\'re always in everyone\'s shadow Always the inspiration never the inspired but now it\'s time for you to take centre stage. You\'re my inspiration you can help me reach my peaks and help me see past the lows but I wish you\'d look at yourself and see what I see. So you take your place and I know you\'re worried but it\'s your turn to shine that\'s your place, up on that stage and I know you\'ll inspire the world The same way you\'ve always inspired me.

How did we meet? we\'re not sure where are we going? we\'re not sure We can\'t explain what we see in each other it\'s not just friendship, and it can\'t be love It\'s a deep, unspoken feeling and while I might not mention it, be sure it\'s there Every time i\'ve fallen, you\'ve been there to pick me up and so I do my best to replicate the way you are the support you give me means more than anything else ever could beyond the physical, the mental, even the emotional it\'s a feeling I won\'t ever come close to be able to explaining words are all I\'ve got, and I feel like I can\'t express those right So we forget the words, and sha

I'd like to share an idea with you. You obviously want to read my ideas, else you wouldn't be reading this. And if you don't, well go on, go away. Now, are the rest of you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. Now, my thoughts aren't the most coherent in the world. I often ramble. I predict I shall do so in this. But that's okay, because all my ramblings will have a central theme, and thus shall be continuous. Or something. And what's the theme, I hear you cry? Society. Popular Culture. The Media. And all three's obsession with telling us how to look, dress, act, and talk. But mostly how to look. You see, society's convinced that if we're no

Have you ever loved someone? Have you ever had something you loved ripped away? But has it stayed with you? I know it's stayed with me. I look around for you, And all I see is you If I look again, will what I see still be you? No. My mind sees you, but it's not you. And I want to see you. I have to see you. If my mind sees you, does that make it you? Could that make it you? Could that please be you? I don't want to see strangers that look like you. But maybe that's what you are. Just a stranger. Another stranger in my world. I don't want another stranger. I want you.