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right now i'm imagining the feeling of sweat and hairspray and suspecting that the church will be hot the knees of friends and family all sticking to the edges of the blue padded pews i can practically feel my clammy hands and the robe hanging from my shoulders rosin on my fingers i expect that i will need rosin and nail polish to keep me glued together i hope i won't cry i kind of know i won't cry but i bought waterproof mascara just in case and i won't be able to feel my toes because they'll be numb in my finest heels all i want is to be out of here but it's still only in my mind. and as i'm sitting in bed contemplating *(you could call it dwelling or obsessing but i will call it good old-fashioned contemplation)* i'm thinking about my graduation and how i don't even really care about a kind of paltry milestone inside this year compared to the feeling of the last day of class that moment on stage dancing in sneakers my finest poems late nights mornings too early yearbooks and every weekend spent together i'll miss everything i had and dread all that i don't but i sure can't wait to get out i just have to get past graduation day.
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
past graduation day
right now i'm imagining the feeling of sweat and hairspray and suspecting that the church will be hot the knees of friends and family all sticking to the edges of the blue padded pews i can practically feel my clammy hands and the robe hanging from my shoulders rosin on my fingers i expect that i will need rosin and nail polish to keep me glued together i hope i won't cry i kind of know i won't cry but i bought waterproof mascara just in case and i won't be able to feel my toes because they'll be numb in my finest heels all i want is to be out of here but it's still only in my mind. and as i'm sitting in bed contemplating *(you could call it dwelling or obsessing but i will call it good old-fashioned contemplation)* i'm thinking about my graduation and how i don't even really care about a kind of paltry milestone inside this year compared to the feeling of the last day of class that moment on stage dancing in sneakers my finest poems late nights mornings too early yearbooks and every weekend spent together i'll miss everything i had and dread all that i don't but i sure can't wait to get out i just have to get past graduation day.
Copyright 5/18/16 by B. E. McComb
#highschool#anxiety#growingup#graduation
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be-mccomb
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
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