WaitingWaitingWaiting
She sits on a swing in the desolate playground, staring absently into space. She knows he will come for her; he will know where to find her. Still she stays, as if she is a glutton for punishment, a masochist. Yet, she usually avoids all pain and suffering except when it comes to him, her one true, lethal love and savage soul mate. So, she waits. "Sophia! I asked you not to leave," he calls for her. She hears but does not listen, does not turn her head in acknowledgement. He obviously doesn't need her; he said so himself. "Please answer me! Neither of us meant a lot of what we said." Wrong. She meant eve
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Cheerleader of 2008 Middle School
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"I'm not used to being liked,
Being hated, however, is quite familiar."
And yeah I'm trying to get into State's school of art and design for photography. Still working on getting my portfolio together, I've got quite a long list of possibilities that I've still gotta work on...well, that, and I need to get my GPA up as high as I can because the school of design is super hard to get into (it's like in the top 10 design schools in the country).
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"I'm not used to being liked,
Being hated, however, is quite familiar."
great job
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Tranquility
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Tranquility
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"I'm not used to being liked,
Being hated, however, is quite familiar."
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"I'm not used to being liked,
Being hated, however, is quite familiar."
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Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
(Jacque Brel)
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