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Where I Come FromWhere I Come From
I come from a long line of diversity,
Where to each is his own,
None the same, yet none totally different.
I come from a long line, never straight,
Always curving to Destiny's will.
I come from a long line of dreamers.
Dreamers and Schemers
With tricks and traps on their minds
A long line of deception and misleading
Why Me?Why Me?
Why is it that they pick me last?
Why is it that every time something good happens Something bad follows?
Why can't I ever catch a break?
What are these feelings?
Why does everything that comes to mind refer to my only way out?
Why do I have these feelings?
Why is it that I feel alone?
Why is it that no one is there?
Why hasn't anyone been there?
Why am I alone?
Why Can't anyone help me?
Why don't they understand?
Why Can't I be me?
Who controls life?
Why can't I be special?
Where Is God?
Where are the angels?
Why can't they be with me?
I AloneI Alone:
I Alone understand who I am
I Alone understand what it is to be me
I Alone understand that I can only do what I am capable of.
I Alone understand that I can't be changed
I Alone know who I am
I Alone know who my friends are
I Alone know what people say about me
I Alone know what they really mean
I Alone think I can
I Alone think I can't
I Alone think I am
I Alone think I'm not
I Alone Understand The consequences
I Alone know why
I Alone think I can handle it.
Only One Knows I Can't
But That Isn't Me
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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