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Not as Bad as it SeemsAs the tears drop from my eyes it comes to me as no surprise. Daily are my cries. My mind filled with many lies. Days of so many tries.
I lie to myself. Trying to release the hand I've been dealt.
It seems to no avail. The cover of darkness is my trail. It seems my efforts to be normal always fail. I wish to a tropical island I could sail.
To see the world beautiful. To be reminded reasons to live are innumerable. Knowing reasons to die aren't excusable. The proof found in love; irrefutable.
Yes the road may be scary. But my inner will with me I'll carry.
I will succeed. Nothing will I allow for me to impede. Just continue to dream. And realize things aren't as bad as they seem.
Proud to Not be AshamedAs I sat and waited at the DMV (the department of motor vehicles) I saw eyes all around me. It would seem that they're more interested in staring at me rather than get their name called. Can they see right through me? Do they know? Are their eyes piercing through me with that of judgment? My palms sweated. I asked myself why I bothered to come. Dad would have taken care of this for me. What was I trying to prove? The anxiety was so overwhelming. I asked myself why I couldn't be normal like the people surrounding me. Just another day and another routine for them all. But I feel nothing, but dread. Finally my name is called. I go up to the clerk shaking and sweating. The clerk was certainly aware of this overwhelming feeling I had. She glared at me. Her eyes seemed as cold as a New Jersey winter. I was certain. She
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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