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The Choice You Make, Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

I Think That We All, Each One Of Us, We All Have To Earn Our Future.

I Still Love You. And Sometimes, My Friend, The Love That I Have, And Can't Give To You, Crushes The Breath From My Chest. Sometimes, Even Now, My Heart Is Drowning In A Sorrow That Has No Stars Without You, And No Laughter, And No Sleep.

Justice Is A Judgement That Is Both Fair And Forgiving. Justice Is Not Done Until Everyone Is Satisfied, Even Those Who Offend Us And Must Be Punished By Us. You Can See, By What We Have Done With These Two Boys, That Justice Is Not Only The Way We Punish Those Who Do Wrong. It Is Also The Way We Try To Save Them.

The Touch Was Exactly What The Touch Of A Lover's Hand Should Be: Familiar, Yet Exciting As A Whispered Promise. I Felt An Almost Irresistible Urge To Take Her Hand And Place It Flat Against My Chest, Near My Heart. Maybe I Should've Done It. I Know Now That She Would've Laughed, If I'd Done It, And She Would've Liked Me For It. But Strangers That We Were Then, We Stood For Five Long Seconds And Held The Stare, While All The Parallel Worlds, All The Parallel Lives That Might've Been, And Never Would Be, Whirled Around Us.