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"I think I'll be brave"

Nothing goes as planned.
You were an accident.
A chance, a mistake.

If I could, I would redo
I would erase the mischance,
I would rewind to our day.

Everything will change.
Nothing will stay the same.
You & I will move on.

Maybe I will hold your hand.
Maybe I will kiss you goodbye.
Maybe you will stay. 

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  1. h9 January 2013 at 12:14

    wow . so giving - so mature.

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  2. Zoya Brar9 January 2013 at 12:21

    I am not sure if this is sarcasm?

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  3. Anonymous12 January 2013 at 18:06

    At least for a moment, this blog scared me. Then I thought, this is an "amalgamation" of many streams of consciousness from times gone by and present, from interactions with people, real or imagined, past and present. You confirmed. May be you were just humoring me. Nonetheless, I am relieved.

    Anonymous-no-longer

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  4. Zoya Brar14 January 2013 at 13:17

    It was never meant to scare anyone... what would possibly scare you :-O

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  5. hb25 January 2013 at 01:52

    no baby - no sarcasm - mean it.

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  6. Anonymous5 April 2013 at 12:14

    Its my favorite post...
    but i dun really fancy, how u hold hands to say goodbye..

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