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Flower Child

A girl. 17. Blonde Color challenged, but open to ideas. Close you eyes and pick a letter. (E)? I run and read and write and talk too fast sometimes. I don't watch football, but I will watch football for my brother. Can you guess the difference? Liberal. Don't like? Don't read. I cut because I care.... so only read what I write if you do. Gets into fun trouble, but never the kind I get caught with. Chronic procrastinator. Single, if not in reality, then at heart. Like bright colors. And sparkly things. And late nights with correspondingly late mornings will take what I can get. Obsessively collages bedroom walls. Hates driving. Likes loud music, but my friends louder. Makes brownies when sad. Cleans when angry. Loves too much eyeliner. Especially on boys. In an infinite universe, shouldn't there be enough room for the both of us?
Sing With Me

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church—
I keep it, staying at Home—
With a Bobolink for a Chorister—
And an Orchard, for a Dome—

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice—
I just wear my Wings—
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton—sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman—
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last—
I'm going, all along.

--Emily Dickinson

Dance With Me

my chemical romance,frank iero,gerard way
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