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teach me about everything that happens in your mind. please
it interests me so
What scares me the most?
Even more than a ghost...
Well, that's not hard at all
It's the people, short and tall
They judge me up and down
They're all around town
They don't speak my language
Therefore I live in pure anguish
It lasted only but a dozen short moments. Only a dozen moments is how long it took to ruin a year of sweet happiness. I do this. I get too addicted, and so I have to run away. I'm sorry I repaid you with a dozen moments. I'm sorry a million times. Not just a dozen. A million.
She banged her head on the marble counter. Too much to drink. Too much heartache. She wasn't sure which had more to do with her throbbing head, and the already forming lump. Nothing was making any sense. There was nothing left to do but sleep off everything she had consumed, and everything that she had lost. After all, time is the best healer.
There is a fatal concern. It remains stubbornly in all parts of my brain. It's there for everybody. It has to be
One chance. That's all it feels like. Afterall, we can't go back in time. So we truly have only one chance. We are lucky to have one. For some have not even that.
May I hide under your umbrella? Will it protect me from this thunderstorm so many of us call life? I don't even think we need an umbrella, baby. I feel safe enough with you by my side. Nothing can touch me here if it's just me and you. And I'll stay here forever if that's alright.
Summer has ended. Let the school work begin. I am sinking under all of the papers, books, and writing utensils. I am slowly losing myself as we fall deeper into the dreadful weeks of school. My cheeks are sunken and my hair loses its gleam of the sun. Oh Summer... where have you gone?
Mark my words, I will do something someday. It will be something great that someone will pin up on their walls or store lovingly on their accomplished book shelf. First, I have to get through the foggy muck I'm breathing into my mental lungs. It is hard, but if there's a will there's a way. Isn't that correct? Mark my words, I will do something someday.
My all time pet peeve is when a person repeats themselves. I've got it the first time... you can please go on now. Either for emphasis or downright rudeness I am completely intolerant to some peoples' nasty habit of repetition!
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