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"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams."

"The greatest irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time,
having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out you love
someone right after that person walks out of your life.
And sometimes, you think you're already over a person, but
when you see them smile at you, you'll suddenly realize that
you're just pretending to be over them just to ease the pain
of knowing that they will never be yours again.
 For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing
 how much you love the person. Most relationships tend to fail
 not because the absence of love. Love is always present. It's
just that one was being loved too much and
the other was being loved too little. As we all know that the
heart is the center of the body but it beats on the left. Maybe
that's the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often,
we fall in love with the person we think
we love only to discover that for them, we are just for past times,
while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger.
So here's a piece of advice: Let go when you're hurting too much. Give
up when love isn't enough, and move on when things are not like before.
There is someone out there who will love you even more, surely then,
you will know true love. The essence of the miracle of forgiveness is that
 it brings peace to the previously anxious, restless, frustrated, perhaps
 tormented soul.In a World of turmoil and contention this is indeed a priceless gift"

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ima gonna kill samuel

that bitch sent me hella black porn! on my pv! scream shout sam is a pervert! ughhh arent i friends with some nice ppl?.. oh and my step dad saw it and thinks i like GAY BLACK PORN! sam cant say shit! FML.

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Little Dot

A little boy, no older than the age of three, sits at his table, with a pencil and boring piece of paper. He can't think of anything, he thinks, and thinks, and thinks...but nothing. He drops the point of his pencil on the white plain paper, leaving a little dot on it, and races out of the room. Nothing was in the room but a light that shined on the piece of paper with the little dot. But something strange happened, that little began moving, and patroling the border of the paper. Little dot multiplied into one, then two, then three, then four little dots. Each dot took its own corner of the paper, creating their own wonderful masterpieces. In the top right hand corner, the dot created a birds eye view drawing of New York City. Top left hand was a drawing of an endless highway that lead to the stars and planets of above. Bottom right hand corner was a bridge that was surrounded by nothing but the beams lights coming from flashlights. Last but not least, the bottom left hand corner, was a drawing of someone playing on a piano on an empty stage just having fun and the words "Before I Design the Public Monorail" floated in the air. The four little dots were in parade on the once blank boring paper, that now had pictures of what it seems to be four dreams. All of sudden, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, and the little dots formed back into one, and went back to its exact same spot. The door swung open, and the little boy came running in. He was rambling through the room, looking for something, but the piece of paper caught his eye. He examined the paper, and realized that he dreamt of that bridge with flashlights. He remembered seeing New York City when flying in an airplane last winter. And he will always remember the time when he found a piano and pretended to be his favorite musician performing in front of millions of people. The last dream he had, was seeing a highway that lead into outer space. He looked closer at the paper, and realized it had the little dot. The little boy could not help but smile, and then he woke up. He was dreaming all along. The little boy fell out of his bed, and crawled to his table that had the piece of paper and pencil. He looked at the paper, and it was its blank old self. Except, it still had little dot on it. The little boy gave the same smile he gave in his dream. His dream was telling him, that the little dot was him, and that he can think of something to draw, whether its a memory or something you dreamt of. The little boy sat in the chair, and drew and drew

 (BY NICK 13) i love this story ta death! nick is one special kid=]

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