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severe damage is what he did to her. damage that wont ever leave her again
he is the emperor of her heart. ready to take everything down. she fights back. we will see
my knees look horrible. full of scars and bruises from all the sports and adventures in my life. totally worth it. actually, it has a certain beauty. like wrinkles.
try to escape the stereotypes. dont be a poor copy of what people think you should be. be yourself, no matter what nationality, looks, identity you might have. stereotypes suck. theyre not worth anything.
with tousled hair i sit on my desk not knowing what to do. what am i going to do? i want to leave now, but i can't
all the fuss will vapor once you look back. once you look back, beauty is all you'll see
he spilled the flour all over the kitchen floor, the shirt, his hands. but still he smiled, bearing in mind the face she was going to make once she saw the cake
bagel bagel bagel
they are tasty.
what else could be told? i could try to think of a funny or romantic story where it is "your" favorite food and i go back to "our" bagel place to remind myself of "you", but seriously
who wants to read that?
i sometimes fear i smudge the picture some people have made of me
and thats a bloody sad thing
said by someone with apparently no self-esteem at all
even though i know that's not true
what's not true?
decide for yourself
i'm so restless right now. i want to escape these fabricated faces, this fabricated way, that seems to have been made on the conveyor
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