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Plastic SurgeryThey say that wishes do come true
The harder you wish on a wish there may come a little clue
The clue is not a riddle and its not hard to understand
Its something so little and pathetic I could crush it in my hand
But when this wish is beyond grantable,
And it digs into DNA
Then What will you say?
"You will have to deal with what God has given you"
"Be happy for what you have"
"Time will surely change me,
So I must always lift my chin and be glad."
If I hate the one thing I would want most,
Than whats the point of caring?
If people didnt mind what decisions I chose,
Why cant I do what makes me feel better,
Why cant I just be daring?
The exHiding from my ever lasting love,
A love that is surely dieing
Someone who I'll think about forever
Who I'd join in with if they were crying.
He's a part of my life no one could explain
But I dont love him or play that little game
We're something that no one can understand
But I dont think we had an acceptable plan
When he hurts I hurt
Wiping tears into my shirt
While thoughts of ignorance mix with regret
We wrote the play but couldnt afford the set
His mind is dull and worn from emotions
My heart was torn and tired from lacking affections
Character is what one is; Reputation is what one is to others
Redeem me from my infinate tribulation
Take me to freedom and stimulate the infatuation
Your devotedness is a passion no one can define
Your enticing smile is exclusively mine
Partial fear may cause rueful debates
The guilty lure of short tempers
Will not assign our fate.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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