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I got this sudden urge to write a serious fics for a change. I'm supposed to be studying now, but phooey.
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There are so many things to do, like comb my hair, fix my dress, eat my lunch, do my paper… find back love.
If I had a chance to write an introductory passage about myself, it would go along the lines of, Girl, Seventeen, Pink Hair, Kind, Easy-going, Waiting to fall in true love.
If I had a place to go, I would go to the seaside. I would dig my heels deep into the sand and watch the waves bury them. I would run along the stretch of sand and scream my discontentment at my loveless life, then draw a "Looking for one true love, call 1800-SAKURA," and watch as the rising tide slowly erases all my chances of finding salvation. I would push out a float, sit on it and listen to the message of the waves; only swimming back when my mind registers the distance, thinking: I'm not going to die without love.
If I had a chance to choose, I would sit on a swing all day, pushing myself higher and higher, until I reach the top and think that'll it'll be nice to have someone there to help me down. I would watch the world move and feel as high as the clouds, until I feel the swing lower, then find out that I've never been more than a few feet high. I would stare at the clouds and think about how my name had a 'U' but didn't have a 'Me'.
If I had a chance to learn, I would learn how to dance; because by dancing, I would be able to show you all the things I never told you before.
If my flowers could bloom in the middle of winter, I would pluck one and give it to you, to show you that love can thaw even the coldest heart.
If I could cry, I would; because crying is the most subtle way of showing pain. I would cry seas and not rivers, because sea-salt can hasten the healing of wounds, and that was the one thing I couldn't do for you.
If I had a chance to love, I would love with all my heart and never let go, unless you made me.
If I had to die, I would choose to let go, because knowing that I had had you, was better than knowing that I had never at all.