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~~~Growing up sucks, Not...... ~~~
Growing up sucks, Not all kisses are magic. And most people's do not "live up to your expextations", but there are those times when "everything". I mean love, romance, relationships, it all falls together perfectly and it's "incredible" It's those moments. No matter how "depressingly few and far between" That make growing up "worth it". Sometimes you need a "second chance". Because you weren't quite ready for your first. When you grow up, falling in "love" becomes more about finding someone whose "strengths" match your weaknesses. Who you can spend "Sunday night" with. Who you don't mind "being with every night". Chemistry can be a good and bad thing. Chemistry is good when you make "love" with it. Chemistry is "bad" when you make crack with it. All of us are living in the gutter, but some us are "looking" up at the stars. I believe in love & arguing. In "smiling" until your "cheeks hurt" & laughing until you cry. I believe in "being told" you're great. 'Dancing in the rain & miracles'. I believe in "second chances", even when you've "completely" screwed up. Go for the happy endings because life doesn't have any sequels. You will "always" be a part of my life. A happy "memory", a good "laugh", a tear Or two, I won't forget 'You'. Life is sometimes "little" pictures. You kind of "flash back" to those moments, and in all those moments, You think about the people you were with. The "music you were listening to", and "that feeling comes back". I am very "interested" and "fascinated" by how everyone "loves" each other, but "no one really likes each other". The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I want to be the lyrics that get stuck in your head all day. And you can't help but just "yelling" and "singing" them out loud; out of key and out of beat. Sometimes, I hope we're still friends when I get married. I hope that I'll invite you to the wedding, "and you'll come". You'll see me with a guy who treats me right and loves me more than himself. You'll see "all" that you could've had. And you'd "regret" letting me go. But the thing that I want you to see the most is that I survived without you. 
Growing up sucks, Not all kisses are magic. And most people's do not "live up to your expextations", but there are those times when "everything". I mean love, romance, relationships, it all falls together perfectly and it's "incredible" It's those moments. No matter how "depressingly few and far between" That make growing up "worth it". Sometimes you need a "second chance". Because you weren't quite ready for your first. When you grow up, falling in "love" becomes more about finding someone whose "strengths" match your weaknesses. Who you can spend "Sunday night" with. Who you don't mind "being with every night". Chemistry can be a good and bad thing. Chemistry is good when you make "love" with it. Chemistry is "bad" when you make crack with it. All of us are living in the gutter, but some us are "looking" up at the stars. I believe in love & arguing. In "smiling" until your "cheeks hurt" & laughing until you cry. I believe in "being told" you're great. 'Dancing in the rain & miracles'. I believe in "second chances", even when you've "completely" screwed up. Go for the happy endings because life doesn't have any sequels. You will "always" be a part of my life. A happy "memory", a good "laugh", a tear Or two, I won't forget 'You'. Life is sometimes "little" pictures. You kind of "flash back" to those moments, and in all those moments, You think about the people you were with. The "music you were listening to", and "that feeling comes back". I am very "interested" and "fascinated" by how everyone "loves" each other, but "no one really likes each other". The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I want to be the lyrics that get stuck in your head all day. And you can't help but just "yelling" and "singing" them out loud; out of key and out of beat. Sometimes, I hope we're still friends when I get married. I hope that I'll invite you to the wedding, "and you'll come". You'll see me with a guy who treats me right and loves me more than himself. You'll see "all" that you could've had. And you'd "regret" letting me go. But the thing that I want you to see the most is that I survived without you. 
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