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sphinxradio
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i stay up far too late, writing. every night. it never fails. daniel stays up later than i do. every night. i think he hates it as much as he loves it. me, i love the night but often the words i write end up betraying me in the end.
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birdmad
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as ever
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Sonya
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I just want to take you away from everyone And keep you stashed under my pillow And then I'd take you out simply for my own pleasure And wear you when occasion's special Then I'd put you on like a diamond So I can sparkle and be the envy of my friends I'd proudly hold the leash that I'd have you on So you can't stray and follow me around all day It's too late now I don't think it can fade It's too real now Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze Compulsion has stained me I'm nervously cradling our young love Without known limits love Like a butterfly cupped in my hands I peek in to see beauty trapped Confined it flutters Then it leaves behind colorful dust To remind me of the special times we've spent But of course it has to be leave my clutch but enough's never enough to make a dent It's too late now I don't think it can fade It's too real now Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze And in time it will end And there really isn't hope for the two of us But right now I give in... It's too late now I don't think it can fade It's too real now Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze Fulfillment just adds fuel to the... Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze "Too Late" by No Doubt
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Casey
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I was getting up the courage to ask her out. Even though we are oposites, I still wanted to try. She probably would have said no and everyone would laugh at me, but i dont care. Im leaving and I will never have to be here again.
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ClairE
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I die with humiliation. I can never get over it. That is why I always go too far.
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ItGirl
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"Did you ever think, maybe there's a point in a relationship, when it's just too_late to have sex?"
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Deomis
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"Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy." -Romeo and Juliet
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god
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too late to tell you i loved you
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nighean_siofra
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i'm too late he loves me but he doesnt know that i can never love him back i dont want to break him so what do i do now too many tears have already fallen i hate to be that hypocrite the one that doesnt care too late seems to be the motto for my life
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it appears to be too late to love someone, everyone wants to be involved by trying to negotiate amounts of money. Money don't come close to this love affair, believe me! he doesn't want the money, he wants the miracle, however you didn't love him enough to even listen to him, you only wanted to possess him. we only wanted to be together but nobody else did. thanks for your considerate natural tenderness and kindness, may you have a beautiful life. thank you
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he was true to himself but not to you because he was a sensitive person, a considerate person, so considerate that it killed him in the end. maybe he should have or maybe i should have taken that step beyond integrity?
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ledxa
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I wish I could tell you how devastating this feels. Not to lose you, but to realize I hardly ever had you. That you hardly even knew yourself. That we were nowhere near knowing what we needed to know to heal our relationship until it was almost over. To know that we lived in fear and yet endlessly sabotaged our chances at escaping that fear and reaching what we truly wanted from each other. Every cry of pain landed as an attack instead of being met with compassion. The bombings continued and without any capacity or knowledge of how to repair, the pain calcified. Until there was nothing left but sharp places to walk, bleeding no matter how softly we tried to tread. I perceive you more and more, the you I hardly had, the you I couldn't reach, the you I couldn't find. And as I step closer and closer to the me who felt unloved and unwanted, who stayed with you waiting and hoping, but never expecting or believing, you drift further and further away.
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what's it to you?
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