Vanilla Writing
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Secrets to Keep
There were bruises on my hands. I wasn’t to write with my left. I knew it but I forgot. At least I think I forgot. Maybe I was just angry. First grade isn’t for babies. Only babies switch hands when they write. I was to use my right hand. The ruler stung the backs of my hands to remind me when I forgot. Or maybe when I was angry.
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Ordinary Girl
Such an ordinary girl, don’t you look it. Come on, tell us, tell us, ordinary girl. First date, first kiss… Naw, I don’t feel like telling. Come on, tell us, tell us, ordinary girl. First love, first base… You don’t want to know. Sure we do, tell us, tell us, ordinary girl. First time, all the way…
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Masks
Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here. Who am I? Is it who I should be?
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A Letter
Hey you, I know I haven’t been around much lately and I… I feel like our relationship has changed. It just seems as if we’re drifting apart. We hardly spend any time together anymore. And it’s not you, really, it’s me.