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My Name Is Leah Waughtal Yes, The 'GH' Makes An F Sound. No My Middle Name Is Not 'Blue Berry'. And Yes, Leah, As In Biblical, As In The First Unwanted Wife Of Jacob. I Like Cupcakes, Cadavers, And Drinking Tea. I Don't Like Losing Arguments, Or Being Told I'm Being Indignant. I Make Ice Cream For A Living, And Pray For Rain Everyday. Mirrors Are My Best Enemy. The Longer I Stare, The More I Hate, So Someday I Hope I Can Stop Looking. I Write Like I Have Something To Say, But I Really Don't. I Want To Be Brave, But I Don't Really Know What That Means. My Language Is Filled With Terms Like "Don't" "Can't" "Always". These Verbs, These Tenses Of Past And Future, As If I Have A Clue. As If My Palm Prints Would Last Longer Than A Few Seconds In The Wet Concrete That Is This Moment. My Name Is Leah Waughtal I Pretend That I Can Speak Italian, And I Bite My Nails When I Get Nervous. I Memorize Poems, So I Can Act As If I Have Important Things To Say, When Silence Swells Around Us. I Miss The Ocean, And I Wear High Heels Because I'm Afraid Of Feeling Small. My Name Is Leah Waughtal, And I Just Want To Be Remembered.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
I Must Confess
My Name Is Leah Waughtal Yes, The 'GH' Makes An F Sound. No My Middle Name Is Not 'Blue Berry'. And Yes, Leah, As In Biblical, As In The First Unwanted Wife Of Jacob. I Like Cupcakes, Cadavers, And Drinking Tea. I Don't Like Losing Arguments, Or Being Told I'm Being Indignant. I Make Ice Cream For A Living, And Pray For Rain Everyday. Mirrors Are My Best Enemy. The Longer I Stare, The More I Hate, So Someday I Hope I Can Stop Looking. I Write Like I Have Something To Say, But I Really Don't. I Want To Be Brave, But I Don't Really Know What That Means. My Language Is Filled With Terms Like "Don't" "Can't" "Always". These Verbs, These Tenses Of Past And Future, As If I Have A Clue. As If My Palm Prints Would Last Longer Than A Few Seconds In The Wet Concrete That Is This Moment. My Name Is Leah Waughtal I Pretend That I Can Speak Italian, And I Bite My Nails When I Get Nervous. I Memorize Poems, So I Can Act As If I Have Important Things To Say, When Silence Swells Around Us. I Miss The Ocean, And I Wear High Heels Because I'm Afraid Of Feeling Small. My Name Is Leah Waughtal, And I Just Want To Be Remembered.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
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