I stare at the clouds, and the quiet fury of rain. I stand under this pouring sky, under the grieving clouds, and it feels so cold here. Like the breezes in the west coast of england, seeping into each part of my flesh. I flick open a book, it read, "Remember love, it is more important than remembering somebody's name." Tonight, I discovered that this is what I have achieved.
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posted by betty chan at 8:39 PM
i used to be a ballerina when i was 7. wearing those pink satin dancing shoes every week. i loved those long ribbons. one day i had to make a decision, and i decided i was not going to dance again. i decided i wasn't going to be a ballerina, but someone else... would you wanna know what I have become??
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