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i cant write anymore im sorry

Your words hurt, You know You can't change What you said With "I love you"s Or "I'm sorry"s Because what you Said is said And what you've Done is done

Augustus's pawprints indented in the sand followed up the beach until the surf washed them away. His tail dragged on the sand, and he tilted his chin up at the setting sun. Across the way, Irene's orange eyes scanned across the sea foam, hoping for a shark tooth or shell to appear. Her ear twitched and she took of her beanie, since as always the Hawaii weather was hot. Augustus closed his eyes, slowly taking it all in. After a while, he exhaled, opening his eyes and looking out toward the ocean. The sunset's glimmer on the surface of the water made it look orange. He looked to the right, surprised to be looking at a feline cat. He flashed a

Girl: Too scared To talk To you Why would You see a girl Like me anyway? ----------- Boy: I sit here With you Everyday Yet.. You never Notice me ----------- Girl: I'm not that pretty And that's what Guys like I bet you Don't even know That I'm here ----------- Boy: You're bound To see me Someday I'll just Come back Tomorrow

Part I: Introduction Chacha, this is a little something I wrote for you and only you. See, I’m trying to become a writer, and this is a few paragraphs of writing to show how much I care and love you. I’d just like to say thank you, by the way. Some of my youngest memories as a child, well, you pop up into them. Again, thank you. Part II: Chacha In all years of my life, my grandmother, Chacha, has been there the whole time. I’ve known her forever, and now, she’s going to be 90. I have a ton of memories of Chacha, as far back as I can remember. It makes sense; I’ve known her my whole life. One of the clearest me

When the skies turn gray and the seas of green roar, You’ll know my dear I can’t be anymore. When the tall pines shake and the animals scatter, You’ll know my dear what is the matter. Chorus: I’ll be gone with the wind, Yes. Gone with the wind, Gone with the birds, In the air and in the breeze, Gone, gone, gone with the wind.. Tin men with metal hearts come Marching up mountains steep, And through valleys wide. Carrying the souls of others who died long ago, They’ll bring them to him. He’ll accept them as gifts, And hide them away, And but soon he too will be gone. (Chorus: replacing I’ll with H