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Something about the rain always makes me feel meloncholic. may be it's the way everything suddenly turns grey. Just last night, the plants esp. the leaves" (hehehe) and the city lights outside my friend's car --- let me correct that, the fabulous leaves and the city lights outide chad's car --- was filled with color. The grass had finally turned awesome green, no longer dusty from long summer days. The bromeliads were out in full regalia, and the white blossoms were all at attention. And then,

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In high school, people would pick fights with me, solely for the grand and dramatic reason that I had changed. "You’ve changed!" they would huff at me, like I was a bigger bigot than Mel Gibson. What’s so wrong with changing? Do I really want to be the naïve albeit nice pansy that I was 10 years ago? I mean, I’ve been changing since I was changing diapers! I’ve switched teams (from hating boys to loving them a bit too much) lowered my IQ throughout the years, compromised my morals more

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He was crying again. I could not believe he was crying. My boyfriend. I will always remember those eyes, longing to smile behind all the problems I thought he would solve with determination, strength and maturity. The love of my life— I knew it each time he played the guitar and with every word he spoke (that I had to later on look up in the dictionary, while we wasn’t looking), the one who said that he would brave each of the tremendous obstacles that distance can possibly inflict on true love—was

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