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Its so hard, to know that after moving every couple years and after you have finally found a place and setteled down that you might have to start over again. I dont want to have to get used to a new school, or make new friends. My mom told my boyfriend that we probably wouldn't move, and in the car after dropping him off she said that might have to move. And last night I heard my dad talking to someone saying that he wants to move. It might be all the worrying and they are just talking about this stuff to calm them down but im still worried. I like my life, and my friends, and my school, and my enviroment. The worst thing of all is that the one person who I love more then anything, who is more dear to me then anyone else, would be left behind. The thought of this is killing me, but the most I can do is keep my hopes up make the best out of the time I have with him now. If this turns out to be nothing then great, but if not I want my love to remember me doing some of the better things with me. I felt so bad today, when the whole thing finally sinked into my love it looked like he was about to cry. I honestly dont know what to do, maybe thats because there is nothing I can do. If we do decide to move then im leaving my life behind and starting new, I will never forget my love and as long as I do that I will never want to be with anyone else and I will wait for him. I hope he does that same, but if he doesn't then I honestly can't blame him. But, there is always hope that I dont move and my life would continue. Everyone that reads this, pray for me and my life for if im torn away from everything I wont ever recover, I can garentee this.

It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky, then that made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. when you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt when you woke up like this. You crawled out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked towards it. "If god is our father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people were yours too.

The lyrics to the story go as follows: It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky, then that made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. when you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt when you woke up like this. You crawled out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked towards it. "If god is our father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people were yours too.