

praying in elevators.when i was ten i did not break my arm or learn to play the piano or burn my fingers on a campfire. when i was ten i stepped carefully over thresholds and scraped my hands in too many attempts to create chalk masterpieces in my neighbour's driveway. whenpraying in elevators.
i was ten i held my breath and jumped onto escalators because i was afraid of being sucked into the cogwheel intestines of the mall. when i was ten,
i did not understand superstition or calculus, but i closed my eyes and refused to ride roller coasters. when i was ten i did not understand that god doe
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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Zutara
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lala, I'm not completely stupid
i'm just another hopeless fangirl
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