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The power of Averages, it means a lot if you can understand Means, a lot. Assuming a Normal Distribution, A Standard Deviation, or σ defines where about 68% of the data falls; roughly 34% above and below the Mean. Two Standard Deviations defines where a further 28% of data lies; 14% above and below 1σ and -1σ. Positive 1-Sigma is one Standard Deviation above the Mean Negative 1-Sigma is one below; The range from -2σ to 2σ includes  96% of data. The implications are astounding. Within 3 Standard Deviations, one finds 99.7% of the data; Within 4σ, 99.9%, 5σ, 99.999%, the remainder are generally outliers and other improbable results. To illustrate: Suppose we had a group of 100 people, and we wish to determine average height: If our Mean height ends up being, say, 180 cm, with a Standard Deviation of 20cm, We can suppose that of 100 people, on average, with a certain Margin of Error that is inversely proportionate to our Sample Size, or n (for sake of argument, the Probable Error, or γ, is 13.49cm) 4 are taller than 220cm 14 are between 200cm and 220cm 68 are between 160cm and 200cm 14 are from 140cm to 160cm 4 are shorter than 140cm -- Statistics is the parent of Probability; Statistics is the Art and Science of Forecast, Statistics paves the way for modern Science Statistics is a powerful weapon in the fight against Ignorance Statistics, however, are generally and intentionally misrepresented and thus misunderstood. For increasingly accurate figures, one must have a larger Sample Size and a Sample group that is a representative subgroup of the Whole *This is intentionally abused by most of the News you read or see each day on Paper and Screens alike.* If a "Statistical analysis" does not include at least Margin of Error or Probable Error, Mean (Average), Standard Deviation, and Sample Size do not take it as accurate. Depending on the source, it could even be deliberately malicious. Arm yourself with Knowledge.
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
The Art and Science of Statistics
The power of Averages, it means a lot if you can understand Means, a lot. Assuming a Normal Distribution, A Standard Deviation, or σ defines where about 68% of the data falls; roughly 34% above and below the Mean. Two Standard Deviations defines where a further 28% of data lies; 14% above and below 1σ and -1σ. Positive 1-Sigma is one Standard Deviation above the Mean Negative 1-Sigma is one below; The range from -2σ to 2σ includes  96% of data. The implications are astounding. Within 3 Standard Deviations, one finds 99.7% of the data; Within 4σ, 99.9%, 5σ, 99.999%, the remainder are generally outliers and other improbable results. To illustrate: Suppose we had a group of 100 people, and we wish to determine average height: If our Mean height ends up being, say, 180 cm, with a Standard Deviation of 20cm, We can suppose that of 100 people, on average, with a certain Margin of Error that is inversely proportionate to our Sample Size, or n (for sake of argument, the Probable Error, or γ, is 13.49cm) 4 are taller than 220cm 14 are between 200cm and 220cm 68 are between 160cm and 200cm 14 are from 140cm to 160cm 4 are shorter than 140cm -- Statistics is the parent of Probability; Statistics is the Art and Science of Forecast, Statistics paves the way for modern Science Statistics is a powerful weapon in the fight against Ignorance Statistics, however, are generally and intentionally misrepresented and thus misunderstood. For increasingly accurate figures, one must have a larger Sample Size and a Sample group that is a representative subgroup of the Whole *This is intentionally abused by most of the News you read or see each day on Paper and Screens alike.* If a "Statistical analysis" does not include at least Margin of Error or Probable Error, Mean (Average), Standard Deviation, and Sample Size do not take it as accurate. Depending on the source, it could even be deliberately malicious. Arm yourself with Knowledge.
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She said there was zero squared chance of reconciliation That our lives were not the circle she dreamed, But two separate lines diverging at a point Arranged in rays, and some other math terms I never understood Because she finished top of her class, myself a comforting third Tier, of the last tier, of those who made it through the door. And the story has stayed the same, regardless of the term change I was back in school, receiving a bad grade, Thanking God for the bell curve, which rang "Some things always stay the same, but keep trying anyway" And my averages will remain somewhere between middle of the line And the bottom of the drain. So I will raise my hand for hope, I will raise my hand for shame, I will raise my hand to look good, And to never learn Quite exactly what I should.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Bell Curve
Skimming through the water, like a bird on wing. Feeling the currents flowing, water spilling along my flanks. Surging into the deep sea, searching for sunken ships, Lost treasures to those above, merely decrepit scenery below. Perhaps, more, to the sealife that shelters there. This fantastic ability, to relate to earth's final mysteries in the deep. Granted me, through a fluke of nature, gills filtering, Scales protecting, tail and fins propelling forward To ever deeper realms. Hardly noticing the increasing pressures Feeling tides pulling, seeing unfathomed sea creatures. Appreciating the beauty and the power of the deep sea. Triton may reside here, only stories to those above. But the mysterious, deepness of this realm, begs belief in other gods. Continuous exploration of this vast world, Only brings me a small portion of its bounty. Birth, life, death, cycling forever. Brilliant design of creatures and systems, Only glimpsed from above. Denied to those who seek to categorize and quantify. Life is not averages, statistics, and clinical review. Being judged in labs by coated strangers. Life indeed is deep, resounding, complex in every detail. Microcosms of universes existing in harmony Beneath waves brushing the sky.
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
The Deep
The Mask of Mediocrity there are those here amongst us that hide behind a mask of mediocrity too frightened to even show us there own faces so one dimensional in thought it would be wrong to condemn or criticize why they choose to hide telling stories of their own fantasyland fantasies real life scares the hell out of them when it all comes down to the end we are all wearing masks we are all mediocre in averages of totality good at one thing terrible on another good hard workers reliable to the firm great at making love but terrible at giving true forgiving love committed to their own world and me I do not choose to hide my face but mediocrity at its finest still striving to reach that art of true forgiving love trying to remove that mask and by the way the real world scares the hell out of me too! Gomer LePoet ....
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
The Mask of Mediocrity
In laws, pardon the typo in the law, a system of justice, like the law of averages, it all equals out in the end, laws are broken, people bend, meant not to, break rules of the land, the court is fair when it demands, restitution, a repayment of sorts, the system is in place when a face goes behind bars, near or far, fear or worse, in a hearse, thin excuses, juror recuses, furor increases, time decreases, behind bars, penance the menace, what we need here is some hard time, under the thumb of the law, but the law has no thumbs, only scales, held in the hand of a blind maiden, but what of the parents of a forever lost only child, but what of the family who loses a father, or mother, sister and a brother, but what of a woman who lost her man, will the maiden step aside and let them hold the scales, I think not, some say the system rots, the law is devoid of the emotion, that those, who have measured their lives against a loss, the experience has burned off the dross, they are left with pure emotion, unable to fill the void, which the law was never meant to do, we blame society for all sorts of ills, rather than have society step in and fill, the void in the law, that is compassion for the victim the void in society which is not the wrong but to make it right, the answer, avoid the law? no avoid breaking hearts, of blind maidens, and avoid breaking laws.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Law
Forgive me if I don't get these words just right I'm having another battle and I know.... I will win also this fight! Saw today a mentor and my elementary school teacher Days before I had the turn in of my own I had the pleasure to read.... his, very own Obit’s written before our time GOD O' how I wish I could show you... Maybe before a failure but look now I'm now holding above grade averages :) Looking you over for the very first time How different you all look on the prep room table Saw it so many times now Your bracelet gave it away and your name was on the tag Trust me please you will be very well taken care of I knew you before, and all will be just fine I promise to pray for you and I hope someday.... We will meet again.... Sometime! (CARSr. 1-23-13)
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Math Class with Mr. D.
what if I'm not that deep person who can write with a certain flow with her words, what if I'm not that person with a boyfriend, who gets closer and closer to losing her virginity, what if I'm not the giggly girly shopping gossip girl who doesn't get ****** jokes, what if I'm not into series of tv shows and don't get hooked on to them and grip them with my life, what if I'm not the boyish one who makes ***** jokes and seems like the tom boy, what if I'm not the smartest girl in the grade with top averages who will gets straight As. everyone has these reputations. everyone is known for something special what am I? Who do people think of me as? That one friend who is like the others? Is the freaking shadow of everyone. the follower? Well this 'follower' has dreams too. Wild ones. She also has deep poems etched in her being She has a ****** side (doesn't everyone?) and dreams of wild dreamy guys She is girly deep within sometimes. theres an itch to wear nice clothes and shop (RARELY) She has a few fandoms, though she doesn't worship them, and create her personalty from them She is a tom boy, but she doesn't constantly talk about it, even though she acts like one She is smarter than some think, so don't call her Stupid! that was drilled into her head years ago (No need to remind) She does dream and does have obsessions, she does read up and research things! But i wonder if anyone will notice? I wonder if anyone knows I've finally figured out i know what i am I am a little bit of everything. But since I'm not any of the extremes, I won't be noticed
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Who Am I?
what if I'm not that deep person who can write with a certain flow with her words, what if I'm not that person with a boyfriend, who gets closer and closer to losing her virginity, what if I'm not the giggly girly shopping gossip girl who doesn't get ****** jokes, what if I'm not into series of tv shows and don't get hooked on to them and grip them with my life, what if I'm not the boyish one who makes ***** jokes and seems like the tom boy, what if I'm not the smartest girl in the grade with top averages who will gets straight As. everyone has these reputations. everyone is known for something special what am I? Who do people think of me as? That one friend who is like the others? Is the freaking shadow of everyone. the follower? Well this 'follower' has dreams too. Wild ones. She also has deep poems etched in her being She has a ****** side (doesn't everyone?) and dreams of wild dreamy guys She is girly deep within sometimes. theres an itch to wear nice clothes and shop (RARELY) She has a few fandoms, though she doesn't worship them, and create her personalty from them She is a tom boy, but she doesn't constantly talk about it, even though she acts like one She is smarter than some think, so don't call her Stupid! that was drilled into her head years ago (No need to remind) She does dream and does have obsessions, she does read up and research things! But i wonder if anyone will notice? I wonder if anyone knows I've finally figured out i know what i am I am a little bit of everything. But since I'm not any of the extremes, I won't be noticed
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Far, far afield--the averages of distances are sought after. Seer, hearer, feeler likened to what feet fail now...as a body parodies its mind unknowingly. This chased relationship... headless chicken's nocturne. Konstantinos Mark
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
Headless Chicken's Nocturne
I don’t always want To hit a home run But I always want To be in the game. I don’t always need To be the big star But it’s nice if they all Remember your name. You can’t make a touchdown Every time you play the game. But, suit up and show up You’ll be glad you came. I know I have blown it More than once before But that is the reason We have for keeping score. We add up the averages And when I do the math I find trying my best Is taking the right path. It does no good to give up Without even the one try. You prove to yourself You’re a ‘go for it’ guy! If you think this is rah-rah You are absolutely right. What good is getting beaten Without even a fight? If you think this is a metaphor You are correct once again. How can you win the race If you never even begin? You can’t make a touchdown Every time you play the game. But, suit up and show up You’ll be glad you came. It does no good to give up Without even the one try. You prove to yourself You’re a ‘go for it’ guy!
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
PEP TALK
A big one is coming our way it's a class1 goliath by the law of averages it's going to be a close call The risk is too great so we have decided to send two of our greatest warships to alleviate another disaster They will fly together our sweet starship Pegasus and starship Light And Glory they are ordered to intercept and destroy We pray for the brave crews may they fulfill their task my brother and sister of coverage courageous will have success by the law of averages By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka SS NeonSolaris
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
By The Law Of Averages .... ( Another Sci Fi Yarn)
Part I There are parts of me I will not give you, Stranger; But these parts are not many. I have always been comfortable in vulnerability. Or perhaps, I have weaponized it— To destroy not kingdoms but boundaries: Confuse the prey and ****** the predator, until they are one and the same. Part II But if I expose my soft underbelly to anyone, Can it still be considered vulnerability? How must it feel to be scarred Again and again Battered and wounded— Yet the flesh never hardens against incursion? To have so much weakness so plainly to see Easy to touch, even more to make bleed Bear witness against the truth Yet shatter all of the doubts— What lies in the middle, then? What will the law of averages reveal? Is that soft underbelly truly so honest and real Or is it another form of camouflage Designed to mislead As the fanfare protects the executioner? Part III The armor of insight is deception Deception that strives to please For distracting the audience is crucial To being this kingdom to its knees So in revealing the war strategy to her enemy Can a commander be Part IV Just who is the enemy, and why does he lurk about?
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 2:14 PM UTC
Mask
I watched someone almost die today and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me I see a life flash before my eyes a million executions play like infernal theater on multiple screens and the protagonist keeps walking to the stop more afraid of missing the bus than being run over while the driver stares blankly, maybe thinking about something they saw on Instagram I am troubled by this but I’m feeling an odd sense of bliss and reverence for my senses flooded with multiple universes deserving every bit of my attention indexed into stories I tell my therapist laughing at the absurdity of it all the majestic tapestry woven with uneven threads and patchwork processes humanity has distilled into averages and medians and experts who think they’ve outwitted god through postulating perpetual motion towards Hell or Nirvana or Haley’s comet whatever stops the itch burning a hole in our collective consciousness regardless of our upbringing we’re wired to ask why are we ******* here until the question becomes heavy and our knees buckle and we kneel at the feet of something other than the ground we’re standing on
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Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
*Attention Rental*
My life changed on a whim. For no particular reason I watched a squirrel scurry up a tree. He, or she (but not an it), stared at me. They went branch to branch, stopping here and there to observe their new observer. And how many times has this moment passed by, going unnoticed. How many times had this animal instinct been drowned out by the clutter of daily life. It wasn’t as though I had disregarded life before, but this was a fundamental awakening. Before I could wrap my head around the simplicity of this divine happenstance, I saw a cardinal swoop down on a fence-post a few feet away. Again, I was enveloped in the novelty of this life. I was in a state of dull wonder, looking at the vibrant red, the low swoop of the crown, the small of the body. The trance broke, another squirrel scurried past me and up a tree. I noticed this one bore a scar. The hind leg was stripped of fur. The skin wore the discoloration of freshly healed flesh. They too, stared at me, perhaps perplexed that it was being watched. I walked on. Then finishing my morning walk, I noticed many things. It was not just life that was intriguing me, it was the way the mundane began to scream at me. I walked through abandoned lots, noting the way their roads would crack and crumble. I noticed broken security cameras from long departed offices and buildings. I noticed the broken marlin in the trash heap behind some house, no longer sporting its beak. I noticed an old ford with a rubber rifle shell for an antenna and a load of wood planks in its bed. I noticed a graffiti stick figure on the short bridge, some dystopian cave painting. All of that to say, a hidden world became revealed. A world that existed underneath my own, blurred by its previously perceived unimportance. So now, I wonder what to do with this knowledge. I think I’ll borrow its magic. I think I’ll write down the bizarre normalcy that I see. A running list of averages. It is the beginning of something. A door has opened.
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Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
My Life Changed on a Whim.
My life changed on a whim. For no particular reason I watched a squirrel scurry up a tree. He, or she (but not an it), stared at me. They went branch to branch, stopping here and there to observe their new observer. And how many times has this moment passed by, going unnoticed. How many times had this animal instinct been drowned out by the clutter of daily life. It wasn’t as though I had disregarded life before, but this was a fundamental awakening. Before I could wrap my head around the simplicity of this divine happenstance, I saw a cardinal swoop down on a fence-post a few feet away. Again, I was enveloped in the novelty of this life. I was in a state of dull wonder, looking at the vibrant red, the low swoop of the crown, the small of the body. The trance broke, another squirrel scurried past me and up a tree. I noticed this one bore a scar. The hind leg was stripped of fur. The skin wore the discoloration of freshly healed flesh. They too, stared at me, perhaps perplexed that it was being watched. I walked on. Then finishing my morning walk, I noticed many things. It was not just life that was intriguing me, it was the way the mundane began to scream at me. I walked through abandoned lots, noting the way their roads would crack and crumble. I noticed broken security cameras from long departed offices and buildings. I noticed the broken marlin in the trash heap behind some house, no longer sporting its beak. I noticed an old ford with a rubber rifle shell for an antenna and a load of wood planks in its bed. I noticed a graffiti stick figure on the short bridge, some dystopian cave painting. All of that to say, a hidden world became revealed. A world that existed underneath my own, blurred by its previously perceived unimportance. So now, I wonder what to do with this knowledge. I think I’ll borrow its magic. I think I’ll write down the bizarre normalcy that I see. A running list of averages. It is the beginning of something. A door has opened.
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All through life Society tells us To use our words Yet they represent us Through numbers To them we are Social Security numbers Credit/Debit Card numbers Part of a statistic Or demographic Measuring our Height And weight Our Grade Point Averages Our IQ Our Age Yet they dare tell us that our most Powerful And influential tools Are our words
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Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Numbers
Yelling free my Negus. They just be trying to eat, and make a living. Now the 1% making a killing, because my brothers stuck in private prisons. We dying in these streets, Crying behind steel doors. Use your mind while its still yours. Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave. A quote the government still ignores. They adore our culture, Steal all they can from us like vultures. Savages that only care about annual profit averages, And the status quo. Just know we gone make it through this sadness, Learn your history so we won't repeat this madness.
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
Prison
You are so much more than the number on the scale or the averages on your transcripts.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
5:41 PM.
i’m singing happiness, from a place of despair. Those dark lights emphasis the spark of brightness lost in the night. as we soldier on, with a chip on our shoulder, weapons at arms, take a moment to relax, reload, and aim for the stars We don't mean you no harm, and I know that it's strange, to aim for the target knowing those bullets aint remotely in range. do it again, we do it again, we’ll see how close we can get, anyway. In the darkness we slept in world records  of our evenings, believing in better days. maybe, but knowing better anyway. the law of averages say it in lehmans terms, i’m the reason for the medium, the yin and yang of the best made plans. they never last until completion, just good intentions and interventions, it could of meant something to someone surely. if not me, i’m bored by the habitual routines, a scene only has meaning, if it’s set with intention from beings, if you get what i mean. so long society, as i quietly slip from your succulent grasp. i’ve been meaning to ask do you swallow them whole? or do you devour the body first, and then feed on the soul? society has forsaken me, i won’t go quietly into the slot for me, live life like a slot machine, accosted by the cost of life and human beings. Waiting patiently for the payout that never comes.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
Slot Machine Shame
We, after years, run into each other in the deli you with your children, I with none, exchanging pleasantries and introductions and effusive promises to keep in touch. You tell me about your burgeoning family, but I do not hear you -- your voice is a static of statistics: ages, birthdates, soccer victories, grade point averages... As you talk all I can think about is the pale blush of your ******* and the little row of sweet kisses I left between them so long ago.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
After Years
This wanting of a limelight To find expression in all the scatter To cause a pause in a fast city And expect to be made an offer Is it ever about an individual? To a state's organism we are abstracts To fit into a statistic of averages And the results are deemed to be facts This wanting of a limelight Because you think you matter All people can offer you is pity As part of an organized disaster
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Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
Wanting of a limelight
and rustled the paper and went straight to the sports section and the box scores where statistics can be compared relative across generations completely missed the obituaries the Editorials the Advertisements because Batting Averages Yards Gained Touchdowns Home Runs Saves are comparative back through centuries, Editorials and ads are slanted.
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
I woke up
In this world, And I say "this world" Because there might be another Where you don't get a coffee In a warm lit cafe Instead you drink something similar That isn't called a coffee In a place that doesn't even look like a cafe In this world We cannot just ride the same bus With a person we've seen in a film We cannot go to a place And expect it will feel like home We cannot do our rounds and shifts And just let it be any thing Other than mundane We go on without having to clink our glasses With the person we want to be there We go on reading books alone In a room full of voices of people Without having one to ask you about the title I go on waking up every morning And not find your deep, baby blue eyes Because in this world We had to endure distances In this world We had to find comfort in isolation In this world We can never be together But maybe in another we can In another, we're much more of a free soul Wise men did say That there can be an infinity of worlds Where the things that are not Are is in another We're not that in this world But maybe in a different one We are Or maybe here We can
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
If The Theory Holds, By The Law of Averages
How, In a life full of averages, Are you so Perfect
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
Average
You darling Me failed Failed of all grammar Failed from within Oof oof Me darling You caveman And I'm assailed- You with your tuxedo grin and me with my crinoline (Dance dance dance away from him) Away from Averages that Don't average If you know what I mean (darling Death hurts less than to take it on the chin)
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Failure
There was a girl. She didn't know who she was. The world didn't pass her by though; She seized every opportunity, got the good grades, met the good people, volunteered where she could. It wasn't enough. She didn't know who she was. What happens when she leaves highschool? When 97% averages no longer define her. All the **** expectations and pressure, has crushed her dreams so she is left lost. Everyone expects her to go far, to do amazing things, to be herself. But who the hell is she? The girl thinks. Constantly seeking validation for her ideas, pushing herself to such extremes, where she could do permanent damage. What the hell is she going to do without all the support of other people? She'll crash and burn. We know this. She'll work her *** off but never get anywhere. At least thats what the girl thinks. She's scared. She feels like a helpless baby deer. Nowhere to turn no idea what the future holds. Who the hell is she.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 4:43 PM UTC
Who the hell is she?