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Don't ask me to choose
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Match Member
since 2002-07-01
Posts 286Canada Edmonton 
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Starring at the denim purse, Its rinestones calling out to me. Waving to me as if to say hello, just put me on. My mind is divided. Do I use this purse? It was bought by my mom. Can I bring or worse use a mom bought thing into my dads house? Are there rules and boundries, or borders I can not cross? Am I the only one who can't see them? I see them there all waiting for me to choose, Always lurking in the darkness of a sunny home. No conflict free life here though, always a conflict waiting to be started. My mind asks me will you go camping? Or see your aunt? Really I answer this one should be simple. I have not seen my aunt in two years. I'd love to see her so that is my final answer. But with every decision I make there are haters. My sister approaches me and spits these words "Weve been planning this trip forever, it's not very nice that you are not going". I want to scream: I hate you!! I hate your tent and it means sh*t to my aunt!! I'm so glad we are not full sisters!! Then my mind tells me to cool down and just walk away, for there are no arguments. Never! Not from me, just lifes little rumbles that storm every month asking me to choose. I smile and turn so they don't see the rage in my eyes. Then I accept the gift, with every rumble there is always a gift. I wear my crown of thorns on my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair [This message has been edited by Match (08-10-2003 10:54 PM).] |
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Wesley the Blue Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 426Forest Lake, MN, USA |
This is a very insightfull piece. If only the parents saw the turmoil from the perspective of their children. I liked reading this. "The usefulness of a cup is in its emptiness, for a cup that is full can hold no more." |
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Zyell Member
since 2000-07-28
Posts 121USA |
In some places this is a little choppy and difficult to follow, but then that could just be me, otherwise I enjoyed it immensely. It borders on what I call real and that is a great compliment in my books. I hope to read more, thank you for allowing me to read this! ~Z |
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