

To love or not to love...To love or not to love That is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the soul to suffer The pain and heartache of outrageous fortune Or to trust against a sea of broken promises And by forgiving end them. To need, to hate- No more- and by a hate to say we end The loneliness and the great yearning That emotions are heir to. 'Tis a belonging Devoutly to be wished. To need, to hate; To hate perchance to protect. Ay, there's the rub, For in that hate of love what walls may build, When we have shuffled off these unstable emotions, &nbsTo love or not to love...


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"GOOD MORNING PINEWOOD VALLEY! It is a beautiful day here, in the sunny valley today. I hope you're ready for some fun in the sun, because we're here to start your day off right. Here's an oldie but a goodie: 'All You Need Is Love' by The Beatles!" As


Healing a Broken Heart pt.2 "We need to talk," Jarod said as Kari was getting out of her car. "There's nothing to say." She was so upset, she could barely get the words out. She walked into her house and shut the door. She threw her keys on the table as she ran to her room, and collapsed on her bed. She layed there for a couple of minutes bawling her eyes out before she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at first, shocked because she thought she was alone, but then she saw Jarod had followed her inside. "PleaseHealing a Broken Heart pt.2


Healing a Broken Heart pt.1 Kari heard her alarm go off 5 feet away from her. She hadn't slept at all. She couldn't get him off of her mind. She loved him, but she was afraid to tell him. Jarod Bradshaw was his name. She fell for him hard with his sleek black hair, goreous blue eyes, and strong body figure. She felt safe around him. She kept her true feelings a secret, though she suspected he knew. She got up and got dressed while she turned on the radio. "I don't want to miss a thing" by Aerosmith came on. That's the only song JaroHealing a Broken Heart pt.1
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~your loverly Shaybear
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"Swords!" shouted Syme, turning his flaming face to the three behind him. "Let us charge these dogs, for our time has come to die."
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~your loverly Shaybear
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