�We listen to their cries of pain,
As we take the enemy's name in vein.
For they too think alike,
And release their rage with a terrible might.
So why a war, this war we fight,
Does peace not shed its golden light?
Instead we give eachother hell,
And along the way, others as well.
This war must end, some way, some how,
It must end not later, but now.
For in the end no one wins,
In the end it's only sins.
Is their no end in my sight?
Just yesturday I was dreaming of him, how happy he makes me, but today is a different story. It's silly, I know. How can we be together, all I can do is dream, right? I mean a proffesor and a student can never be...
"Hi Marie; hows your day; how was your day?"
"I'm fine, been good. How was your weekend, �Mr. Bennedict."
"Pretty good, just cleaned my home from head to toe."
"You're clean and tidy like always, I see."
"Yea I know, but what can I say thats just me. How was your weekend?"
"Fine, just the usual, studying, I want to do good on today's exam."
"Thats my Marie, I'm glad you study, your my number one student."
"Thank you...I think."
My name is Marie born and raised in New York City on June 1, 1888. I'm not tall, but im not short either. I have long hair, normal color black, curly and long. I'm not dark skinned or light skinned, im not fat or model thin, I'm average I guess. Mr. Eric Bennedict, he is my professor, he is tall, white, beutiful deep blue eyes, a body which words can not even describe. The way he walks, speaks, and teaches is amazing. He is a very profound person the way he thinks, his ideas, and so on, it is amazing, I can not keep my eyes off him. How I love his eyes, but I know nothing will ever happen and can never be whether I want it or not, it has only be 5 years and yet my feelings still havent changed.
Hey baby,
How was your day? Mine was good just bored now.� I like my job but wish I had more time to see you and the kids.� I am so tired of not being able to see you guys like I used to.� I just wish that I would of saved money awhile ago and we could of got a place sooner then me having to live all the way out here.� I hope that I can start driving some more so soon I can get my license so I can come and see you more then I do already.� I also hate working this 12:30 till 9 shit because I can't really do anything because of the shit that I have to come straight home after work because my mom picks me up.� I�get so bored out here and when I am not with you all I do is think about you.� Thinking about you don't help like it does when I see you.�
When Ashley came in today and told me that she saw you on trick or treat and you told her that we weren't together that really did hurt me because I have had that happen to me before but I talked to you about it and atleast it didn't start a fight and that you still are talking to me.��I thought about it before I started flipping out because one I�should be able to believe you over anyone and two if I would of started a fight we wouldn't of talked for�a week because that is normally what happends.� I am just surprised that your ex doesn't come in and say shit like I thought she would.�
well baby I�love you and going to go I will talk to you in a little bit.�
I'm sitting in this room,
with no way to get through,
to you.
I'm sitting on this chair,
waiting to see,
your head,
pop in through the door.
But you don't really care about me,
anymore!
I'm done, for ever,
because no matter,
what you say,
life does go on,
some way...
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