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I just wish I could have let myself like her back. I space out in school and think about having babies, being taken care of by a big strong man with big hands and plenty of hair on his arms.
But then there are those girls that set me on fire. That goes away. I think too much.
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Maybe we all have our phases. It makes me want to give up. Life can be such bullshit.
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Our laughter dwindles. I start crying.
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I start thinking. Sarah will hate me. Wherever I go, people will throw rocks at me. All this thinking makes me cry harder. Come on!
You should know that I know you by now. The next day at work I think about Sarah. How proud she looked. Her smile.
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