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Cursed. That's the word I would use to call my life. It's kind of like that movie, The Butterfly Effect, only without the journals. I don't know any better way to describe it than that. How many other people can say they just woke up one morning with the ability to control time? I didn't notice it right away, not until I said one of the six key words. Oh! It's also kind of like that Adam Sandler movie where he gets the universal remote at Bed, Bath, & Beyond. Shoot. What's it called?

I'm sorry. I should probably elaborate. Things would make more sense if we rewind back to the events that happened. Bear in mind, if you're listening to this recording, things have gone horribly wrong. I am apologizing in advance – or maybe I'm apologizing in the past? If that's the case, then I am extremely sorry. Hopefully I didn't ruin everything entirely. I just wanted to fix things. I guess I should leave that to the professionals. They tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. However, they should have anticipated something like this. Why else would they give me such a power in the first place?

Anyway, here's the story from the beginning. I won't skip out on the details no matter how much it kills me. Someone out there should hear the truth. Maybe you'll listen to them. I sure as hell didn't and now it has cost me dearly. If someone ever offers you the ability to change the past, just keep walking. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Just walk away. As tempting as it may be, it will only cause pain and suffering. It might not hurt everyone, but it will in fact hurt you. People that are meant to die are meant to die. Those that are meant to live, are meant to live. You never realize how big of an impact you are on someone's life until you attempt to change it... Time for the first act to:

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Awaken.
My day started per usual.
Nothing out of the ordinary to one of the mundane.
Sunlight permeated my sleep.
Birds chirped. Alarms beeped. Time seemed to carry on as if nothing changed.
I climbed out of my bed and shut
the godforsaken alarm off. Its infernal beeping would
be the death of me some day soon.

Tainted Thoughts.
I didn't realize how true that
thought would be. I just thought it would be another one of those sad days.
I would see her today. My love.
She did not have much time left. It was only a matter of days.
Each morning was harder than the
last. Heavy steps accompanied my foreboding sense of
despair. I would go see her soon.

The Long Walk.
No vehicle. The hospital
is across town. The trip takes forty long minutes. Each step
brings me closer and closer to
the inevitable end. People nod and greet me, “Hello.”
They do not know what is in store
for me. How could they? They do not know me or my life. That's fine.
I do not hold it against them.

Hospital.
Bright white lights blind my vision.
The smell of death and antiseptic permeate my nostrils.
I hate it here as much as she.
The doctors do not understand. There is nothing they can do.
I travel up to the fourth floor.
Her room is at the end of the hall. My vision tunnels. It
is the only door I see here.

Hellos Hurt.
She smiles radiantly up
at me. Even through all of the pain. I can see it on her
face, in the lines of her forehead.
Once crimson lips are now ghostly white. Color, drained from her skin.
Long blonde hair looks dull and lifeless.
Still as beautiful as a fairy tale princess, even to
this day. Life can't take that from her.

“My Beauty,”
I greet her, same as I always.
The smile on her lips pain me. It holds the heaviest weight.
“You came,” she whispered so softly.
I nod, taking a seat on the bed beside her, carefully.
If only there was something I
could do. It's all I ever think about – a way to help her.
She is my love, my only one.

Turn Back Time.
Hours pass by as I remain
seated beside her. Tick tock goes the clock. Tick tock goes the clock.
All I can do is pray for her.
It never seems like enough. Praying is not the strength I need.
If only there was something else.
If only I could turn back time. I could help her -- protect her.
If anyone is out there, help.

Beg and Plead.
It seems like that is all I do.
Colors are less vibrant. The sky is not blue. Grass is not green.
My prayers go unanswered; no hope.
The doctors and nurses come and go as they please. No remorse.
There is nothing they can do here.
“Prepare for the worst,” is all that they say. I don't think they care.
Is there anybody other there?

Bargaining.
I will do anything. Please help.
I just want her to stay with me for awhile. Asking too much?
I do not think so, but do you?
What can I do to keep her here with me longer? What to do...
There has to be a way – has to...
If only I could find a way, I am sure I could save her.
If only I could turn back time.

Rippling.
There's a ripple to every wave.
One small step is all I need. If I try hard enough we can
be together again. Love will find
a way. There is an answer. I can feel it – just have to try.
I just need to think about it.
Asking the wrong questions: not what will you do, but what can I?
All we need to do is Rewind.​

To be continued...​

We are NEVER reading Ero Manga Sensei again. End. Of. Story.

#2Ridic.

This was so ****ing cute in my head. Blushing to the extreme.

ahaaa that it did james, that it did.

This has got to be in the Top 5 Gayest Things I've Ever Seen On KHV.

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Walked 4 miles yesterday.
Legs keep trying to give out on me.
So tired.
#gelatin

#Nope.

Jaina Proudmoore and I only know her name from watching Michael play Hearthstone.

Fool.

#ThisDareSux

Oh wow I actually know one of those three names. Ahaaa.

Dare.

Who's your favorite WoW character?

This made typing take 5eva yo. Glad to be done.

W - well then... // fans self // So flattered...

Truth or Dare?

>> Feels wrong knowing Teen Titans is so 'classic' it has been added to Boomerang.
>> Never liked Chowder. Super obnoxious.
>> Ed, Edd, & Eddy was funny growing up, can't really stand it anymore.
>> Scooby Doo will always be good no matter what. H8rs b trippin'
>> Boomerang can never ruin your life.
>> Top Cat favorite cartoon character of all time.
>> The End.

Maybe ...

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#StoryOfMyLife

yeah you should post the site you used because everything I was finding was just the definition of etymology and etymology.com is all "we hate you hyuge." Such is life.

Ancestory.com:

I knew it was French because it's part of my nationality, and I also knew it meant marsh. Was hoping to see if there was anymore to it, but apparently not.

This is BULLSHIT. Have you ever once heard me talk like that Ben? Hmmmmmmmmmmm????

>> and this knuckle typing thing is a pain in the ass.

The only mike that matters.

Very. Beema explained it too me. That photoshop is all dumb and won't open when the hard drive is full. Have to purge computer when I get home.

Thank you Tummer for you very insightful piece of knowledge.

When one of us has an extra $1300 laying around, we can get right on that.