frightenin thought du juor: i've never seen my parents lockin their lips together (it's not as if i really wanna see it). what if the feelin of wantin someone so badly that you ache with wantin them always dies? what if all you get in its place is the married-and-live-happily-ever-after lie, which really means debts, bills, and PTA meetings and nothin excitin for the rest of your entire life?
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the truth hurts, so?
looks are powerful. anyone who says that isnt true is lying. this is the way it is.
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the truth hurts, so?
the thoughts in my head are more interestin than the words on my lips. in madrasah, with my family, evrytime i open my mouth, someone else speaks. someone dull and ordinary. the only time i can transcend that is when i dance. then i dont think. i just feel. i am the wind.