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fall back, once more, fallen again. what's the point if you can't hold on, hang on, cling to that one last chance (one more, then one more, then one more)
She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, eyes closed, chest expanded, before she breathed out slowly. She opened her eyes and peered around the crowded room, searching to see if her ex had left; she had. With another quick breath, she ducked from her hiding spot and headed out into the party.
rain drops keep falling on your head, leaking from the sky to wet the ground and bleed colors you didn't know existed. weary weak old few far between. pull out all the stops and change your life as it happens to you. don't be afraid to take risks. wow. this went off course. lol
they stand side-by-side to compare. one's tall, one's short. one's mean, one's kind. one's angry, one's happy. pessimist, optimist. but, id says, we are opposites not mismatched. what would be mismatched then, id returns.
mary mary quite contrary how does your garden grow do you planet seeds and take out weeds and bury bones beneath the trees let them grow tall and dark with blood green and hale with the bone dust of gentlemen past
oh man. jury duty is a mess in my county. no parking. pay for parking. it's hectic. i had to do my jury duty a few years ago which means i'll be in the jury pool again before too much longer. sigh. hopefully it will take another 30 years to get my name drawn again and by then i'll be able to exempt. i think. lol
open a book. read a word. read a sentence. read a paragraph. read a page. trace the lines across the page. memorize the facts. but don't think. don't apply this knowledge. spit it back out on paper for that grade and then forget it. you won't need it anyway. we'll make sure of that.
she flicked through the dictionary, trying to find the word to best suit her mood. she wasn't sure which it would be, or even if she could find one. she was always at a loss these days. well, she thought, tipping her head to the side as she skimmed through the t-words, it could be worse.
so this one time i was wandering through a maze of bushes when i accidentally kicked a lemon. a lemon! what i really needed was an orange, but i hadn't run in to one yet. that stupid turtle was playing games with me i just know it. a butterfly drifts past, but i hadn't taken the time to get a net. oh well.
oily slick it slides across her skin, in her nose, in her mouth, filling her lungs, her guts, winding through her, drowning her. She claws at nothing, at herself, at it. she clings to hope that something will reach her, free her. she wants to wipe her face, her eyes, cough up the thick tar that pulls her down, fills her
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