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violet violin
a bright field of flowers, beautiful
lavender perfume
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pom poms at high school football rallies, school spirit marked on huge posters made by the ASB.
no one ever asked her how she felt. maybe it wasn't so great sitting at home all day, with her husband out on business trips all the time. the maids who come clean the house don't get along with her well, so she doubts they would even be friends if they could all speak the same language. she does get together with friends, but there is always a sense of anxiety amongst the group when they get together. she worries about the inevitable day when her metabolism will slow down, and botox can always have its less than desirable side effects. besides, she would really like to travel some day. maybe stay in hostels, not have to worry about manicuring her lawn nor her nails, and just throw all the bullcrap to the wind.
there may be those who words will never hurt, but i'm worried they are ones who live isolated within their own worlds. little room for others. with tall tall walls defending their own sense of self with no flexibility, no consideration. Sticks, stones, words, they all stimulate the same part of the brain in charge of physical and emotional pain, as a result of bruises and heartbreaks. this is according to scientists published in an national geographic article, who obviously know what they are talking about.
i used to hack and cough as i walked by smokers. at the time, i justified it with thinking it would encourage them to quit. also it probably made my friends laugh. it's not healthy, but i do plenty of things that aren't healthy either. being rude doesn't help anyone.
pastel colors, all frilly, around a brown box with a mystery present inside.
for taking out the trash, 50 cents could get you two pops at the bubblegum machine. those were simple times.
she cast her net wide. not only because she knew this is essential for success, but also because she was a social butterfly. to say she was working her networking connections would be giving her too much credit, she never thought of it that way as it just came natural to her.
the root of his unhappiness stemmed from a sense of lackadaisical laziness. he knew there was so much to do, and could even name them one by one in his head, but just couldn't find the umph to do them.
the girl came into the office. the doctor spoke to her, but it was assumed the words were for her mother, her primary caretaker since she hit her head and got cerebral palsy since age 1. she wiped some drool from the corner of her mouth.
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