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Hello, nice to meet you. Who am I? Trishanna. I'm raw launching emotion in a rainbow world of  flurried dreams. I'm a manifested awareness of the tiny details in every individual I come across. So when I go to repeat my name fifteen minutes after meeting you I'll see your hardened eyes your questioning buttoned brows and your soul that's aching for me to ask all of the questions that I'm not supposed to ask (the real ones.) so that you can answer in a non-civilized un-socially acceptable way In hopes to experience, for five minutes in this god-awful church room the feeling of being alive pulsing with originality. What do I do for a living? I eat up heartache and swallow down yearning. I soar through the clouds of my mind a thousand miles wide towards every fiery vice. I write with fierce passion. I flood with tears. I sing to the beauty of rarity. I'm a student. I'm a counselor.                                           Blah. Blah. Blah. I'm this human, waiting for a dialogue so much richer than this. Your name. Your occupation. Your age. They've robbed you of what you really want to experience with an introduction.
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
The Introduction.
Hello, nice to meet you. Who am I? Trishanna. I'm raw launching emotion in a rainbow world of  flurried dreams. I'm a manifested awareness of the tiny details in every individual I come across. So when I go to repeat my name fifteen minutes after meeting you I'll see your hardened eyes your questioning buttoned brows and your soul that's aching for me to ask all of the questions that I'm not supposed to ask (the real ones.) so that you can answer in a non-civilized un-socially acceptable way In hopes to experience, for five minutes in this god-awful church room the feeling of being alive pulsing with originality. What do I do for a living? I eat up heartache and swallow down yearning. I soar through the clouds of my mind a thousand miles wide towards every fiery vice. I write with fierce passion. I flood with tears. I sing to the beauty of rarity. I'm a student. I'm a counselor.                                           Blah. Blah. Blah. I'm this human, waiting for a dialogue so much richer than this. Your name. Your occupation. Your age. They've robbed you of what you really want to experience with an introduction.
I wish as humans, we could skip the polite civilized exchanging of confined words and meanings of "who we are." What false representation.
lucanna
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Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
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