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I sit here unaware that the tapping of the yellow pencil in my right hand is disturbing my neighbor. I used to call him every saturday morning. As I try not to fall asleep again during first period, I think about him, about what I would take back if I could. I'd take back that look of sincerity, because I wasn't. I'd take back all of those hours we shared in Central Park. Not because I want to erase him. I just want to erase who I was. A girl with a reality that had been soaked in arrogance. Someone who didn't know when or why to say no. I should have said no to him. I loved that he loved me. Not because it was him who loved me but because it was someone new. Maybe if I tried hard enough I could have loved him back or at least pretended to. I don't think that any amount of trying would have made me change my mind. I can't stand people who get mad at p(r)etty things.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
Early Morning
I sit here unaware that the tapping of the yellow pencil in my right hand is disturbing my neighbor. I used to call him every saturday morning. As I try not to fall asleep again during first period, I think about him, about what I would take back if I could. I'd take back that look of sincerity, because I wasn't. I'd take back all of those hours we shared in Central Park. Not because I want to erase him. I just want to erase who I was. A girl with a reality that had been soaked in arrogance. Someone who didn't know when or why to say no. I should have said no to him. I loved that he loved me. Not because it was him who loved me but because it was someone new. Maybe if I tried hard enough I could have loved him back or at least pretended to. I don't think that any amount of trying would have made me change my mind. I can't stand people who get mad at p(r)etty things.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
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