Joy of Death

Joy of Death

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"Believe me Conny, I... I... I love you." He spoke quietly, snow falling delicately on his hair. "Don't. You don't love me. You want me."she answered him, looking at his handsome features. "No, I love you." He urged his hand reaching for hers as she gradually pulled away, "No you don't Thomas." She answered with a swift jerk of her head, she found my self walking of to the distance to a place I once called home.
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Who knew running away from girls would be so difficult ? It's almost impossible when you're in a school mostly made up of girls . "I'm not making friends with any girl at all or even talk to them . I don't want to risk falling in love again" . I could feel my heart trying to tell me something that I did not understand . My heart was saying something and whatever it was saying was going to change something in my life . Something special about this new friend and I have no idea what.

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