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[18 Jan 2008|05:59am] |
You're not really sure what you're doing this for, but you need something to fill up the days.
I don't know if I'm "every girl" or if I'm really as awkward and weird as I think I am. I don't know if it's normal to possess the thoughts and desires that I do, and I don't know if there's a place somewhere that I'll fit in. I'm just growing tired of not knowing. I should understand myself better than this by now.
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[17 Jan 2008|11:58am] |
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"You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since's she the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose."
( The Girl. )
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