| I started another xanga anonymously.
I was done with the stress of wondering who knew my soul.
I'd rather keep it to myself.
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| Remember St. Patrick's Day?
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| And it ends as soon as it begins
and I'm left to my own devices.
And don't we all know
that my devices are those of torture?
And don't we all know
that I'll wait and wait and wait
and spring up into the air at the second glance of that kid
and come crashing down just as fast.
Whoever that kid may be,
pity him.
Or, me.
And where is the line between sad and pathetic?
And how far into pathetic can one go,
Before she turns into nothing?
Before she forgets who she is?
Before she trips on the cracks in the sidewalk?
How many people are watching me fall?
How many people stand by and watch the spectacle
of my falling and getting back up only to fall again?
And who's laughing?
And who's shielding their eyes?
And who's telling me to give up?
And who's rooting me on?
And who am I?
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| Not only did I survive,
I flourished.
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| Headed out soon
Summer's been amazing.
I showered today... it feels weird. = D
Hmmmm
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