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No. No. Almost didn’t count. She almost had him. He was right there. Within a hair. Almost. She can say she almost had him. But it wasn’t full. It wasn’t complete. She couldn’t aim a horseshoe or a grenade at his heart, where almost actually counts. She says “almost” to make herself feel better. And it almost works. Almost. She almost could’ve had a different future. But she’s still on the same road. She’s satisfied though. Average. Almost happy. But not quite. She almost did better. Almost.

Posted By Carnival of Bliss On 03.07.2011 @ 5:22 pm

She was lucky. In all types of ways. Bad. The worst of things would happen to her. Good. She’d get through things by the skin of her teeth. She wished she wasn’t lucky to be wealthy, privileged. She wished she actually had experience and talent….just like the rest.

Posted By Carnival of Bliss On 12.27.2010 @ 12:49 pm

She couldn’t fathom it. The taste of rejection was bitter in her mouth. But yet she found something sweet in its sourness. Yes. It was the closing of her perfect record of breaking hearts and onto a conquest worth her effort. The thought of it sent lightning through her senses.

Posted By Carnival of Bliss On 12.21.2010 @ 7:20 pm