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How I see school: A bunch of lost people trying to find themselves.
Just make sure to be yourself. The results of it are good, you will find friends who begin to love you.
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Most people ask me this question: How do you stop liking people?
I don't tell people because people were meant to love and be dependent. I think the worst part about not liking someone is you don't feel all the feelings other people do.
Sorry to not answer that question, I don't want you to turn out like me.
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The doll wore a blue dress matching her glass eyes. She was fair and held a small book full of things she would write. Her owner never played with her anymore, instead she played with boys. She would bring them to her room and I would watch her eyes checking if the child I knew was still there.
When he would leave the room, it would feel so cold. She would curl up into a ball and cry. That's when I see it, the child inside. I would look at her and her eyes would leak, I did not understand these. Was she so full that her insides exploded? To show her I cared I would have to be full too. I have tried but I am so empty, the only thing I have ever wanted is to understand her.
The nights are the worst for her, she takes out a sharp object and drags it across her skin. Leaving marks full of red, her face still full of tears. Why was she so sad I thought she liked drawing... Tonight felt different, she looked at me. The way her eyes were red I wondered what had hurt them. She walked over to me and picked me up the way she did when she was small.
She took me out her window, the night sky shadowing over us. Her hand gripping tight to me almost breaking me. I wonder if this is what she felt. Her feet kept walking up to the pointed ledge. I looked at her appreciating the view she had shown me. The two of us watching the stars above us seemed so surreal.
I loved her.
She raised me over the ledge to get a better view of the swaying grass underneath us. The dog was barking at us, jealous of the height we obtained. Her hand disappeared and I was flying, she set me free. I was flying through the air. I looked and watched her above me as she jumped. This was what I was made for, to fly with her.
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