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Gwen C wrote about the word: wrong 2 years, 5 months ago
I hate being wrong. Being wrong makes me feel incompetent.
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Gwen C wrote about the word: possibility 2 years, 5 months ago
There’s a possibility
That I might feel free
And I find myself to be
Oddly, rather happy
I steal time, smiling
And I rather like laughing
But after all, it’s only a possibility -
Gwen C wrote about the word: amazed 2 years, 5 months ago
I was amazed at the words coming from my mouth. He had stunned me so, I thought myself unable to even process any kind of thought, let alone speak. He told me his secret–his one, deep dark secret that no one else knew–but it was more than just that. He had trusted me enough to [...]
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Gwen C wrote about the word: willow 2 years, 5 months ago
The leaves of the willow whipped around me as I fell to my knees. I couldn’t believe you were gone. I had been denying this fact for too long now and had almost come to believe that it was true, but this tree–this willow–brought me to the harsh reality. You were gone. You were never [...]
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Gwen C wrote about the word: admit 2 years, 5 months ago
I could admit that I was wrong, but wouldn’t that go against everything I am? I thought you found that…enduring. I’m always right, even when I’m wrong. No? You just find that annoying? My fatal flaw? Perhaps it is, but you’d never catch me admitting as much. Perhaps it’s only enduring in my mind.
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Gwen C wrote about the word: nail 2 years, 5 months ago
The final nail in the coffin was that strange look you gave me when you said goodbye. It wasn’t a “Goodbye, can’t wait to see you again.” It was a look that said “Goodbye, forever.” I hate those looks. But worse, I hate giving those looks. I’ve only had to give one of those nail [...]
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Gwen C wrote about the word: practical 2 years, 5 months ago
To be a practical person would practically be painful. Practicing my impeccable penchant for pretty nonsense is what I practically live for.
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Gwen C wrote about the word: transport 2 years, 5 months ago
I transport away from here, finding somewhere new to discover. I run away from here, finding that I cannot run away from myself. I see the world, but I cannot see myself. I want to transport into someone else, somewhere else, someTHING else, but I find myself in the end. I find myself and I [...]
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