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There she was, staggering down the evenly-paved road-- passers-by wrote her off as drunk, but really the tears were impairing her vision-- clad in Ugg moccasins that barely covered her heels anymore, that embarrassing pair of heart-covered pajama pants from middle school, and the ever-too-big softball sweatshirt. Tears cascaded down her face in a waterfall, while her chestnut-colored hair shrouded this natural phenomenon as if it were sacred. Her shadow stretched far taller than the girl's actual height, adding those always-sought-after inches to her petite frame. Ironically, her thoughts overshadowed her own shadow; those pesky, ferocious demons causing the salty tears of frustration to stubbornly leak from her green eyes. A young girl shouldn't be tortured by her own thoughts, the worries of her elders, carelessly blown in her face like secondhand smoke. She needed to get away, escape the smoke-worries that weigh her down in her own home-- but it was too late. The damage is already done...
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Small Town Girl
There she was, staggering down the evenly-paved road-- passers-by wrote her off as drunk, but really the tears were impairing her vision-- clad in Ugg moccasins that barely covered her heels anymore, that embarrassing pair of heart-covered pajama pants from middle school, and the ever-too-big softball sweatshirt. Tears cascaded down her face in a waterfall, while her chestnut-colored hair shrouded this natural phenomenon as if it were sacred. Her shadow stretched far taller than the girl's actual height, adding those always-sought-after inches to her petite frame. Ironically, her thoughts overshadowed her own shadow; those pesky, ferocious demons causing the salty tears of frustration to stubbornly leak from her green eyes. A young girl shouldn't be tortured by her own thoughts, the worries of her elders, carelessly blown in her face like secondhand smoke. She needed to get away, escape the smoke-worries that weigh her down in her own home-- but it was too late. The damage is already done...
kelly-v
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
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