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We are what we believe we are.

And she worries that this infatuation is illegal.
She was never a rule breaker,
but she was always a heart breaker.

The dress brings back memories of a 10th grade year.
Turkey, however dry, brings with it a tear.
The football lays on the goal line so blurred.
A dream calling out to the masses, woefully unheard.

"I want to make it.
I'm going to make it.
Now would you please just give me a chance."

I went to get my hair "trimmed" and a stylist chopped it even more. When I leave my hair curly I seriously look like a Jonas Brothers. Not even a girl Jonas Brothers, a full manly one (if you can call any of the Jonas Brothers manly).

Horrible.

I miss my long hair, I'm so swirly.

I miss the days when being busy meant I didn't have time for a hour nap. I miss the days when hanging out with friends was more common than not. I miss the days when growing out of clothes meant I got lots of new ones to replace the old. I miss the days when I looked to the future and believed the possibilities were endless, that I could do ( Read more... )

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My college essay sucks.

And I thought that I would look better in this dress.

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