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By danica Date: 2002 Jan 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.05.00.04.15418]] |
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I am fifteen. Surface emotions attatched to a boy. Feelings of the moment change with a phone call or a look. A misplaced word, I cry. A sentence that holds hope for us, I breathe slower. A reminder of tepid reality I cry again. I am too old to be whipped around like this. I have responsibilities, things I should be doing RIGHT NOW but instead I sit on a blender and pee out my thoughts to get that relief that comes when you just peed. My room is a friggin mess and today, I am spending way too much time in the bathroom. |