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I remember when I was in ninth grade, I had a crush on a different boy ever week. They were all different too...one blond, one brunette, heavy, thin, tall, short...it seemed that I didn't know who or what I wanted....maybe that's because I didn't know who or what I was yet. Funny how time can clarify things. Who and what I want is sleeping right here next to me. Who and what I am is still sometimes a mystery.
Lust....one of the seven deadlies. What makes it so deadly has nothing to do with sex. It has to do with wanting TOO much. If you want anything TOO much, it can make you do some really stupid things.
Antlers is a funny word. Oh yea, antlers themselves are beautiful and part of a very magnificent animal, but the word itself is silly. Aaaaantlers.
Failed. Wow...such a defeatist word. "I failed." To me this is synonymous with "I give up."
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