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Hope; Dream; Live; Laugh; Love; Believe

Because more than being disappointed, I hate disappointing others
Because I'm sorry
Because everything is difficult and I am stupid
Because time has the uncanny capability of betraying people
Because ashes to ashes
Because dust to dust
Because when all is said
Words can carry meaning. Words can just be letters.
Who is to say what is what.

My one biggest insecurity. That things will change so quickly. And before you know it, we aren't talking. Because one wrong move, one wrong conversation, one wrong sentence can change everything, and it will, and I see it. I'm the worst kind of commitment phobe there is. Nothing is certain. That insecurity will eat me out from inside one day. I don't know what to do. And I'll always do the wrong thing. I'll always feel like shit for doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong things. And I'll forever be sorry for not being forthcoming. Sorry. That word I say too much.

Things happen all the time. Time. Wrong time. Maybe 10 years down the road I can say with certainty this was the wrong time for us.

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