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I used to have an oriental rug that was crafted with gold thread. There were three eyes and three hearts in the middle. The threads were monochrome so that at different angles you saw different colors. It was beautiful and happy, majestic and stunning. It had three nails in it, they cut me and gave me tetanus.
||||||| I just wanted to be able to write about how much I love him and how thankful I am for our interactions that lead up to our relationship now. Vertical buildings come to mind though, and a lot of math equations. I want to be able to live my life while embracing my academics. I want to finish medical school, but not feel like I ignored my life until I finally have my dream job.
I've had eczema since I was about 4. It used to be so terribly disgusting and painful, but I think it may have taught me self-care. There really is a bright side to everything that happens to you. Or, at least, there is a lesson. No mistakes, just lessons. No regrets, just decisions.
Let me tell you something. I didn't want to start to hate anyone. You made me feel like I needed to recognize I was under you but guess what, I'm not. Find yourself. A person that is nice to you but is rude to the waiter is not a nice person.
My mother always used to tell me about her childhood while living in the foot hills of a dormant volcano in the Philippines named Mt. Pinatubo. There is nothing I can do to get through to you.
One, two, three. They left the barrel and the once cold, perfectly fitting shards of metal prove their worth. He masks himself with his bandanna and scoffs at his own stench of smoke and desert sweat.
Congress is always gridlocked. Okay, I just want to write about you. I'm disappointed that you're somewhere else and that you're not going to take the time to support my performance, but I understand that it won't be enjoyable. Maybe I am being completely irrational and I should just let this go without telling you. I'm sorry I can be so sentimental sometimes.
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don't look at me while we're in public holding hands. "You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella." There's too much soot in the air. I am turning to ash. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Let me sum up how you treat me. You are always late. You tell me you love me but you don't look at me while we're in public holding hands. "You say you love the rain but you open your umbrella." There's too much sut in the air. I am turning to ash. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
There's 11 people that I have yet to meet. I don't even actually know if I've met them yet, I really wonder. I want to know who my husband is. I want to know who my family is. I want to know who my greatest teacher is. I want to know who I believe in. I want to know who I am thankful for. I want to know who I love. What if they're all different people?
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