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Weeks roll by like years. Each week bringing with it one day I hope for. One day where I have a chance to make something out of nothing. That day always slides by with little learning and awkward chats. With my current rate of luck anything that I say will turn out as it always does; it dies. Nothing that I hope for comes to fruition. Every couple of years someone walks into my life who is totally awesome. Something in these people is slightly attractive. I move in for the kill but I wind up stabbing myself in the leg. That's it, nothing more.

For fear I stand on this roof top, looking over the edge. Very gingerly I shuffle around to look at the view from different angles. Sure, I could fall off at any time but I stand there watching the people moving around. Jumping would defiantly change my vantage point but would I fall or would I fly?