



Everyday Is A Second Chance
At that moment I wished intensely that the world would explode, that the universe would evaporate, that I might have a gun, or simply that no one would hear what I had said. I was stupid, and even if I tried to explain and give a thousand reasons for them to understand me, they would still have that weird face on me. Maybe I deserve it. - Like Charlie? -Harley was gaping, and her hair was a little messier than usual. I was about to thank her for breaking that silence, but I started looking at Harry instead of looking at Harry as such. He was smiling with his mouth closed, and cleaning his lower lips with his tongue, that made me extreme. (Charlie Walter, 18 years old. Born in Brazil, but has lived since childhood in Dallas (state: Texas/naturalized American on father's side). She is a songwriter, and writer, works at a teen magazine writing texts in Dallas, and dreams.) The size of a dream, the price of freedom. Everyday is a second chance, shows the difference between loving, and dreaming.(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmXHwkg3x_0&feature=youtu.be)
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