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Don't you know that you're taking her for granted? She's not going to be there for you for long if you're never there for her Why don't you call her every once in a while, see if she's okay She'll appreciate it more than you think Show her that you truly love her, tell her she's your everything Just prove to her that she means something to you 'Cause right now she may feel unappreciated Right now she may feel useless So prove to her that she's special Prove to her that she's the only one for you 'Cause you could be slowly losing her While you spend your time doing nothing Meet up with her every once in a while Before she walks aw

Sometimes I find my heart aching for you...  but then I remember you're not a fan of Harry Potter and POOF! the feeling magically disappears.

My Musical Interlude. Whenever I'm lost in my thoughts. My music will guide me                                                 Whenever I'm alone.                                            &

Chapter 1: Alexander June 12, 2343    On the deck of a large tree house in the Chartorla rainforest, Helen’s eight year old son Alexander sat on her lap. His ocean blue eyes stared blankly as he was awed by the twinkling stars in the night sky. Helen stroked his spiky white hair. Helen looked at the sky for a second and sighed sadly. She looked away as the sky reminded her of someone she lost.     “Mother, what’s wrong?” he asked her.     “I’m tired,” Helen lied. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”     The boy nodded as she took him to his bedroom. They walked around his woode

As the first rays of sun light danced through the curtains, they landed on Kristy's leg. Sticking out of the plain white duvet, as normal. Their warm touch slowly began to rise her from the deep dream she dreamt. Of begin seventeen and walking home in the snow from a Christmas party by herself. Of one of the boys from the party running after her, and draping his brown leather jacket around her freezing shoulders. "Hi. I'm Callum. Can I walk you home?" The stranger said, offering his hand. That night as they both made their way slowly back to Kristen's house, they talked about Uni and six form and jobs and whether coffee was better than tea,

Through common eyes see only blindly.