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Front Page:
• “Oh darling don’t you ever grow up, just stay this little.
Oh darling don’t you ever grow up, just stay this simple.”
-Never Grow Up Taylor Swift
• She distances herself out of fear of not being accepting, but by that she completely takes away the chance. But in fantasy, is she too good enough?
• (Larger Text) Across the desk, she sits there. Lost in thought but still exactly nowhere. She sees him; he’s within her arms reach, but not within her grasp. It’s over, she knows it, he knows it. The bridge has been demolished, yet there is still hope of that faint, familiar understanding. Now there is also her. They were never friends but there was an unwanting force going from her to her. Now only I know which is which. From what I can see, she really is just jealous. Even though she has her own talent, she’s jealous of her abilities to create lives one paper. Their talents are distinct and powerful, yet one is unknown to the other, while the other wants to share but doesn’t feel that that one wants to hear it, let alone see it. And, well, it all comes down to her. From the very beginning, she’s never felt wanted, never felt love, but all she wants to do is be heard and love. She hears their comments, their conversations, still, always an outside viewer. All the daggered words she throws, whether or not they have a designated target, are truly just reflections of her inner emotions. That one girl was right. She says hurtful things so, so others can feel just a sense of her hurt as well. Why is she so broken? So damaged? So..wrong? she sees through eyes that are so far from her heart. Her carved out body just limp but always there. A leaf flies in the wind, she floats through the skies, she drifts like birds, the water hits the wind.
Back Page:
• I think the reason why I don’t go back to exes, is because I don’t want to reopen the door to what they know of me. I don’t want to admit they I let them know so much. Maybe it really is, just me.
• “Oh darling, don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up, just stay this little. Oh darling don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up, just stay this simple.” I’ve never been simple.
• “I’ve never been simple.” Maybe that is just a lie. Maybe I’m not as complex as I see myself to be. Maybe it’s just an excuse to hide the real, depressing, complications of me.
• She really just likes to be alone, or maybe, she doesn’t see that she has any other chances. And, after all, it’s easier this way.”
• Why does she just close, while she knows she can do, so much?
• She makes eye contact only for just a second, she doesn’t want anyone to see, how truly hurt she is to be”
• I need to burn more than I consume, to actually make a difference
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