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Life's Little Chess GameNo one warned me that I would have to be afraid of falling down a dark well of emotions that were previously unknown to me. The political correctness of what was running through my head as I sat on a roller coaster who's turns, twists, and dips pretty much represented my life at the moment, was probably slim to none. My equilibrium was already knocked off by all of the crazy thrill rides I had been on that day, but I was guessing that I had been born with a stirred mental status. Or was it shaken, not stirred? I had a feeling that even if my brain was on course, there was a good chance that if something threw me, I would let my anger go, in aLife's Little Chess Game


The ListReason one: Because effectively, we had established the fact that he was a pansy, and I can't deal with anymore pansy-ish boys after Aiden.The List
Reason two: Something in my chemically imbalanced head just hates him. Can I figure out why? Absolutely not.
Reason three: He's everything that I certainly couldn't be. Meaning: He's not a failure.
Reason four: I have no reason four. I really don't know why I even bothered doing this. :/


A Little Too Not Over YouIt never crossed our minds at all That's what we tell ourselves What we had has come and gone She's better off somewhere else It's for the best, she knows it is But we see her Completely changedA Little Too Not Over You
Sometimes we try to hide What we feel inside
And we turn around She's completely gone now We just can't figure it out
Tell us why What we did to make you regret? Don't remind us We're not over it Tell us why You can't seem to face the truth? We're just a little too not over you Not over you...
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Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?
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Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?
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Really Sorry ... My English sucks!!!
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--Love Christina.
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Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?
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Where words fail, music speaks.
Well, dear you look so lost.
You don't know me, you don't even care.
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I've been breathing since the day I was born and today I work in a grocery store cha-ching
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Where words fail, music speaks.
Well, dear you look so lost.
You don't know me, you don't even care.
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