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fe fi fo fum.
I smell the something or other of an English bum.
The tallest man in the world, the giant, looks down at Jack who looks like the size of an ant and asks. "Who is the tallest of them all?" Jack replies with, "certainly not you, oh great giant for there is an even more greater one"
tears run down my face,
this happens to me everytime
it happens to me a lot.
I hate it.
so please, make me a promise
you.
I want you to make a promise to me.
I want you to promise to never use me
I hate being used.
I tremble.
I don't like the thought of jumping into something that surrounds me and takes away my breath, maybe causing my death.
I hate swimming, it's not meant for me....it never was.
tapping fingers,
tapping toes,
tapping a pencil on the edge of your desk,
sighing
sighing again
sighing again, loudly.
patience, dear one.
your time will come...
"Hi Ellen!" I started off my postcard to her, I was vacationing in Hawaii, I promised her I would. All I knew to say was Hi, so I left it at that, stuck the postage stamp and sent it on it's way
trapped.
a word that has many different perspectives.
a subjective term.
this was not how I felt,
I was caught.
I was bounded.
I could not move for my life was in danger
my life, and my loved ones.
I was a hostage.
I couldn't stand doing it.
I never considered I would have to do it.
It crept up inside me, a feeling.
I knew in a matter of seconds I'd be unsafe, and I'd need to utter the word.
That word.
it could save my life.
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