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June 8, 2009
Sitting on the swing in my backyard, I look up at the sky and wonder what it would be like to fly, to get away, to be something different, to be somewhere else.

Lying on my back in my bedroom, I look up at the ceiling and wonder what it would be like to touch the real stars that, in front of me, are just painted on.

Gazing into your eyes, I look up and close mine before I cry and wonder what it would be like if this moment could last forever, if you and I could be forever.