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Thank you Peyton, for the fine idea. I am missing him, as always. I am content, calm, and anticipating sublime. I am still confused on the daily basis, but I rarely care anymore. I am staring at a gray bag covering a filmy black dress with purple flowers that his hands will touch. I am substantial. I am transient. I am exuberant, usually, and I show my emotion outwardly every chance I get. I am flattered. I am addicted; I am addictive. I am, and always will be, the baseball girl. I am in love, for the first time, and again. I am tight. I am willing to stretch for him. I am chemically laden above the shoulders. I will be chemically laden, internally this time next week. I am rarely able to concentrate. I am burnt out. I am turned on. I am retro and evolving. I am true. I am brown-eyed and young at heart. I am his, right now. I am trouble. I am impatient. I am impatient. I am impatient. I am rarely spoiled yet often a brat. I am someone that has been exposed to death. I am free. I am learning. I am present. I am me, again and again and again.
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birdmad
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but i might crumble and blow away like so much sand in the breeze
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jane
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until you have the courage to bend me
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In_Bloom
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No, I will not break because others have tried and I have tried to break myself in order to be free Here I am, feeling weak, feeling vulnerable and feeling at the mercy of racing thoughts, not always kind I am not alone but I feel alone and accustomed to feeling on my own, solitary in emoting, keeping my cards close to my chest My sad and jaded heart keeps taking blows and I keep trying to keep on keeping on I'm not going to break but foolish memories taunt to take me close
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what's it to you?
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