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Ruby McCall: Remembering What Once Was
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Thursday, May 8, 2014. Remembering What Once Was. I remember when we got a flat tire on the first date. And how your dad had to pick us up in his Police car. I remember when you spent my 17th Birthday with me. And I paid for the movie tickets. I remember you vividly. I remember my old home in the desert state,. The one with no scenery, with the exception of some cacti. I remember walking home in the heat and I remember enjoying it. I remember the 15 watermelon slices that gave me a tummy ache. They don't...
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suzie zurflu: April 2014
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Monday, April 28, 2014. How to: not be loved. 1-never shower. no deodorant or shampoo or toothbrushes or combs. 2-wear sweats everyday. not the running/yoga outfits because then it gives the facade that you're into exercise. wear the men's $6 sweatpants from Walmart. 4-be a Facebook and texting addict. 5- make Netflix your bible. 6- no make up. 8- cry a lot. 9- eat junk food 24/7. It's 2:19 on a Friday after school. I have no where to be. I have no where to go. Sunday, April 20, 2014. I tried not to thin...
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My Summer Fling: Find it.
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Thursday, March 12, 2015. Whatever is brewing beneath your veins. The clock hands that make only you. The secret talent you have yet to tell your mother about. The shine in your eyes when you present your masterpiece. The music that shakes below your bloodstream- that gets your worn out legs out of bed in the morning. The ideas that keep your heart racing at night-. And you eyes gasping at night- and your soul grasping at night. They are your heartbeats put on display as passion. Or a ball or the strings.
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My Summer Fling: October 2014
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Friday, October 31, 2014. You're busy admiring the leaves today, forgetting they're not the only ones dropping in the cold. You didn't see the chapel scraping to fill halfway,. Or the heartbreak of people smiling through tears. There's something morbid about little girls in a graveyard. Something about pink sweaters against pale bodies and taking roses to take them. Not to put them on the casket. I've seen too many funerals in my 18 short years. The first time I met death was at 7 years old:. The lies we...
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My Summer Fling: May 2015
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Sunday, May 17, 2015. Pearly white gates of the airport, the last place I thought I'd be standing with you. He takes my clenched hands, unfolding them in his. Our eyes are sending signals and I knew I should have learned morse code before this moment. But it's too late. It's too late and he feels the weight of those words. He wraps his newly stiff arms around my back and begs my heart to lighten up if only for a moment. Take care of him". I try to whisper but only mouth, " he's one of the good ones.
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My Summer Fling: Pretty Lines
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I've always loved letting balloons go because I imagine someone catching it when it gets to heaven." - Kailee. It's 2:15 and I thought I was so happy to get out of this place. until the music stopped at 11 last night." "did i wake up too late? Everyone's awake right now trying to figure out if it's their fault. I can't imagine what parents must be thinking. What's in the water, what's in the library, what's in the hallways." - Harold Miner. But it's too humid for dry eyes." - Jackie O. And tell me. t...
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My Summer Fling: August 2014
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Thursday, August 14, 2014. It's been a year since we last talked but I spent the last week of my time with your little brother and instead of sleeping I looked at the stars, scared of how much I saw you. It was the past I locked up in dreams and regrets and the thread came undone with a tug at simple mannerisms and genetic phrases. But it was all wrong. And I missed every second of right. I thought I could tell you Happy Birthday. Because you never seemed to forget. But this isn't about the 16 year old w...
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My Summer Fling: July 2014
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014. I had an open house after graduation. I invited all my friends. They all went away this weekend. Oh my gosh we totally forgot to invite you, but you're probably working anyways, right? And I can honestly say it was the first time I didn't leak because I felt left out. I was slightly hurt, but mostly. You voted me Prom Queen, and President, and the most competitive senior superlative. I was a track team record holder and a cheerleader and I tried so hard. To be so nice. But I don't...
