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People care so much, But did you ever wonder why? Why do we need people to like us, Why do we try so hard, Even though we know that someone, Somewhere, Loves us? We want what we can't have, And sometimes it can kill us, So that's why we try so hard? Because we need to at least try? Maybe that's it, Maybe that sums up life, But maybe we need to learn how not to care.

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Teardrops fallen into open air, Nothing to land on, Hopeless; despair, Whispering lyrics , Hands on her hips, You don't know what love is, Unspoken words on my lips.

I poke my friend and grab her notepad. 'Sally ❤'s Cats' I write, leaning away from her grabbing hands. Laughing, she snatches it away and tucks it under her binder. "Why are you so hyper in math?" She asks, wagging her finger in my face. I shrug, and try to balance a pencil over my water bottle. I glance over my shoulder to glance at Dan. His dark brown eyes look right back at me as we make eye contact, and I quickly turn away, acting like nothing happened. That keeps happening, ever since I came to this school and my personality started to leak through my quietness. I was always the girl-no-one-liked, and now people want to be f

You can always tell when Greg's in town; The lights shine brighter; The music gets wilder; Yeah, you can always tell when Greggie's in town; The boys' eyes turn green; The girls' cheeks gleam pink; The dances run all night; Them few drinks get your mind going crazy; You might find yourself wanting to fight; When Greg's in town, well; Everyone gets a bit wacky; The personalities making them weird; Some think it's the early summer hype, But, well; You can tell when Greg is in town.

"I don't want to go, Mom. You're not getting that." I argued, crossing my arms over my chest. "I know what you want, but I also know what you need Ophelia." I rolled my eyes, feeling the tears start to gather. That usually happens when I don't get my own way. It's a Leo thing, bad temper. I sat on my bed and groaned.  "Then can you just go!?" I pleaded.  She left my small, Cotten-Candy colored room, shutting the peach colored door behind her. I have a thing with colors; they seem to reflect my personality, each one.  Anyway, the reason me and my mother are having a disagreement, is because she wants me to go to Collage. I

The room fell quiet when she played. The mysterious little girl, who always seemed out of place. Her short fingers landed on just the right keys, forming a melody not just pleasing to the ears, but to the heart. A few of the ladies pulled out laced handkerchiefs, dabbing around their eyes, as the child's music brought out each of their memories carefully. Somehow this child, this- artist, has an impeccable talent for the piano. When the song ends we politely clap, even though we all wish she could stay. On the drive home in the car, Dr.Chaff and a few of his rather intoxicated colleagues spot a small, bundled pile of blankets sitting at t

I woke up, yawning uncontrollably. I almost got up normally. Then I realized today was the day of the SIGNING. I squeeled, and got dressed into my striped shirt, picked out escpescially for Lou. I also put on my red jeans, and a pair of black flats. I woke Mom up, and she grumpily got dressed. She was just going to drop me off, then do some errands. After I shoved an apple down my throat, we hopped into our small black car and drove to the mall, where the signing was going to take place. I shook as I waited in line, holding my favorite pair of ballet slippers. I was going to get 1D to sign them! I looked in front of me, and saw that I was