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I think I'm going to blow away
And see what happens as the moss turns into trees.

I think I'm going to run away
And watch each river incandescently freeze.

But when the time comes to accept the end of my mobility,
I will tilt back and wonder about all the other inbetweens.
Do I really have to be French to pronounce this correctly?
Ya, ******* for calling me racist.
Is that what you really want?
Will you bleed it out of me?
Fine. Then give me that ******* pencil mustache and a raspberry beret,
And while you're at it I'll row a gondola down memory lane for you.

Oh wait, that's Italian.

Now that's racist.
Written from a prompt where we were instructed to pick a word we love the sound of. I took a slightly different approach.
 Sep 2014 ˏˋstoop kidˊˎ
Kit
Here's to the last four years.
To the English teacher that changed my way of thinking. Forever.
To the friends (and enemies) I've made along the way.
To the friends that left and the ones that stayed.
The ones that stayed up with me until all hours of the night
When I felt like everything was going to hell.

Here's to that innocent tenth grade fling.
To the feeling of falling in love for the very first time.
To the feeling of telling him how I felt over the phone.
To the feeling of him saying it back.
To performing onstage with friends and goofing off behind the curtain.
To all of the people who told me, "it's not worth it."

Here's to the Health teacher, who I have the utmost respect for.
To that band that I owe everything to.
To that boy who walked to my house in the freezing cold at 2 AM,
The one who ultimately broke me.
To the people who put me back together in the aftermath.
To that other boy who would never give up.

Here's to the times I've said "I hate this so much."
To the countless times I've skipped a day because I didn't want to get up.
To the choir teacher that everyone loved and looked up to.
To the choir that felt like a second family.
To the shy boy that I didn't include in the group project.
To the guilt I'll feel forever because of it.

Here's to the smiles, the tears, the fears, the stress.
To the people that helped me get a grip on reality.
To the boy that everyone poked fun at, the one I hugged everyday.
To the beautiful girl who made me tea and took me to Winter Homecoming.
To the three boys who hated me in eleventh grade.
To the boy laying dormant.

Here's to the girl who will think about all of this
And so much more when she walks across the stage.
Head held high, holding that piece of paper in her hands.
She's defeated a beast, she has.
She tosses her hat up in the air and lets out a cry of victory.
She's won. She's moving on to bigger and better things.

Thank you.
I'm graduating high school in less than two months. This is my tribute to the good, the bad, and everything in between. This has been the single hardest journey in my life thus far. I dread seeing the end come near, but I can't wait for it to be over.
Your not just summer time fine baby
Your winter time fine
Your the fine of my dreams
Babe your just fine
Lol
imagine driving a car
in New York
alone at night

That's how our love is

imagine walking
in paris
together in spring

That's how our love is

imagine riding a bike
in Barcelona
afternoon sun glowing on our
Smiling lips

That's how our love is

imagine dancing
Together
in a cosy bar
in the heart of Rome

That's how our love is
Would he stop
Making me blush like a rose
Making my smile bloom so much
Would he stop
Giving me butterflies
Making me feel like I'm his queen
Would he stop
Hard to get affection if you've never been loved
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