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a willful press forward
a sudden fall backward
trying and failing to succeed
trying and failing to make it somewhere
anywhere
anywhere but here
an attempt to move forward
and a sudden shove back
trying so hard to live
trying so hard to press back
back against the world
with my willful press forward
I stare at his face everyday and think, "How beautiful." And I look at his exquisite features and wonder how anyone else can think he's less than perfect. But maybe it's because I've grown to love him, over the course of years, that he can be perfect.
She struts down the aisle like a pageant queen, knowing she's what everyone is looking at and loving every moment. She's the type who is the center of everything, always, and never expects it to be another way. Oh, I hated her from the moment I saw her. A lot of girls did. But we only hated her because she was who we wanted to be, deep down.