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Don't mess with my frail heart, Bridget.

Please end this torrid feeling I have. Have the decency to kill me and get it over with.

Where did they go? Those darn words that will express my true feelings.

When everything seemed to be dark, the future... bleak, I found a leaf more scarred than me.

Will I ever grasp a hold of the hand of the one I claim to love?

No one messes with my fair Bridget and gets away with it!!

A ruined Friday Night. Who likes a wasted day?

A cabin scene painting an out-of-body experience.

Oh, I remember the oak tree named Sam with vividness.

Not yet, can I embrace you. Still...