I really don't want to deal with their accusitory glances at me and the floor. And their overwelcoming hugs and their it's-good-to-see-you handshakes. I know what they really think of me and I really don't care. I really have no remorse.
Dance Dance Dance, you simple crippled man. Dance in your mind and keep time with your eyes. Blink Blink Blink, at the clock on the wall. What time is it? Time for Latte Tall
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The kid with the fork looked down at his food, and cried. The girl, sitting upright in her glasses and skirt, watched him an dthen looked away. A flush rose up her neck and invaded her temples with a roar. She didn't know what to do.
Have I ever affected someone to the point of decision? How do we know that everything is going to be okay? My eyes see way more than what I can handle, and I am screaming for someone to hug. I'm about to leave town, and the only love I've got is a million miles away, across the shallowest ocean ever. Destiny, I fear, is nothing to write home