January 2012
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A Memory.
When I was younger, about six years old, my uncles and aunties would beg me to sing for them. So I would gladly oblige them.
I’d pull up one of my grandparents’ chrome-and-brown-leather dining room chairs, climb on top, firmly plant my feet one shoulder width apart, puff out my chest as I gulped down one big breath, and belt out “On My Own” from Les Miserables.
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A potential career path.
Me: (as I write my paper on Gossip Girl) So, this paper has to be between 4-5 pages. I'm already reaching the halfway point on page 2, and I have so much more to say! If all else fails, I should just be a "Gossip Girl" scholar.
Sister: That would be a fun job.
Me: It would! I could totally do it. I should submit this paper to an academic journal.
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For you.
No matter how far I try to get from you, you Always resurface…
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fuckyeahaiku:
we deserve the best
but make sure not to bite off
more than you can chew
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One a.m. chill bites
My nose and freezes my tears.
“Good-bye” crushes me.
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