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May 29, 2012
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Absolute destruction. Each and every action led her further down a darker path. Even though it was so unknown and so frightening the possibilities still excited her. In a way she couldn’t describe. Like the butterflies you get for a third grade crush.
She didn’t even go looking for trouble but it often seemed to find her. Yet she didn’t protect herself from it. She pushed away the warning signs and did things that gave her a reputation. She completely ignored any instinct to protect herself.
The chance of breaking down was what moved her, kept her blood flowing. Any emotional response to her tendency to destroy her life.
May 21, 2012
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She longed for an awakening. More than just insatiable, she was hungry for something that she couldn’t even imagine. To just look into the sky one night and see it displayed amongst the stars.
Like fireworks. Big, bright, and beautiful. A deafening bang.
May 21, 2012
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Sparks.
May 21, 2012
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Fireworks had for her a direct and magical appeal. Their attraction was more complex than that of any other form of art. They had pattern and sequence, colour and sound, brilliance and mobility; they had suspense, surprise, and a faint hint of danger; above all, they had the supreme quality of transience, which puts the keenest edge on beauty and makes it touch some spring in the heart which more enduring excellences cannot reach.
May 20, 2012
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You said it’s too late to make it, but is it too late to try?
May 9, 2012
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May 9, 2012
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Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
May 7, 2012
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May 7, 2012
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Now I’m second guessing everything I see
May 7, 2012
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