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~What if~ (Free verse) by ~Ashley Baby Girl~

~What If ~ What if I was to say that I love you. What if I was to tell you that I like you. What if I was to tell you that I dont love you in that way anymore that I just love you as a friend , and a close friend at that. What if I was to tell you that I dont like you or love you at all. What if I was to tell you that I don't care about you. What if I was to tell you that I hate you. What if I was to tell you that I never wanted to talk to you again. What if I was to tell you that I never wanted to see you again. What if I was to tell you that I never wanted to hear about you ever again. What If I told you that I never liked you at all. What if I was to tell you that I never loved you I just said that to make you happy. What if I made all of your dream's come true. What if I was to died tomorrow. What if I you where the last person that I said I love you to. What if you where the last person that I said I hate you to. What if you where the last person I kissed good night, or good morning. What if you where the last person that I said I like you to. What If you where the last person to see me before I died. What if you where the last person that you where the last person I talked to before I died. What if you where the only person that I hated when I died. What would you do if all this stuff happen to you??? Writin by Ashley Nicole Shrider April 24,2003

Blindproject217 28-Apr-03/10:55 PM
If all of this happened to me? In this order? I would ask the gods why they saw it fit to grant me probably the stupidest meaningless worthless friendship to an idiot. This has happened to me before. It was this stupid girl who changed her mind about everything every freekin minute she was alive. Somehow in the midst of her busy life of mindchanging she decided to be my friend. Aparently I wasnt part of this decision. I had seen her before talking to herself and her eyes twitching from side to side. I thought at first glance she was handicapped and i pitied her, like any loving soul would do. But then when I started recieving random phone calls from what I thought was a girl, asking me if I did or did not like cheese and other mindless things, such as "what if".I began to realize that "handicapped wasnt the right word. I just kept saying, what if doesnt matter. what matters is here, now. But still she persisted. I was given notes from odd looking little fat girls with their lying t-shirts that said "angel" and "hottie". I was crakin up, I had no idea who was stalking me. I was afraid to go to sleep, I was afraid id get raped in the night. I still to this day on ocassion receive the odd note here and there. I dont even bother to read them, and I never wonder what if. -0-




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